#n more like ‘wack those could be next weeks plans!’

[xoxo-teddybear]

His Home - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Injury, Blood, Sexual harassment, implied rape, murder, NOT SPELL CHECKED

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Request: So could you write a husbandbakugo x wifereader where when bakugou is away on a mission or anything, there's a villain who break into his house and kidnapped her (the reader is not a hero). And please be a happy ending :) but the rest is up to you💕

It’s been 2 weeks. 2 weeks too long for Katsuki and his family. Pro Hero Dynamight had been recruited on a mission to stop a drug dealing case out in the states, leaving his beloved son and loving wife behind. Even though Y/N wasn’t a pro herself, she could still take care of herself really well, including their baby boy. After constant reassurance that they’d be fine, Katsuki was okay with leaving for a few days.

A few days. A few days, NOT WEEKS. He had been gone for too long. Of course he trusted his wife to protect herself and their son, but he didn’t want her to have to protect them. After arguing with the chief of the mission, coming to a conclusion, and stopping the entire case himself in desperation of getting home, Dynamight could finally return home to his family. At least....that’s what he thought.

Bakugou drove home quite quickly in hopes of being smothered with love and affection from his son and wife, but as he pulled in, he noticed something was...... off. The porch light wasn’t on, it was too early for the lights in the house to be off, and even the cold chilly air stilled in silence gave him all the indications of something being in distraught. He quickly exited his car and slammed the door shut, forgetting to lock the vehicle as he hurriedly jammed the house key into the lock and busted the door wide open.

“Y/N!....Y/N?!....Katsuo??!” The blonde cried out. When his eyes finally settled to the dark atmosphere, he noticed how the bright moon lighted the house to show the terror that lay in. Glass and plates smashed on the grown, shelves and book cases thrown around, the T.V fallen from above the fireplace that had soot, ash, and stray wood surrounding it. He looked over and saw the couch out of place and on it, his unconscious child covered in scratches. Katsuki quickly ran to him to check on his poor boy.

“Katsuo,” the older blonde exclaimed as he shook his double awake, “please, wake up! Katsuo!” With a final shake, the child finally began to open his eyes and adjust to what he saw. A shadow of a man shaking him.

“Ahhh! Please, please don’t hurt me! Please! I didn’t do anything!” The younger blonde cried out and hugged himself in fear. Katsuki’s heart broke seeing his son in such fear. Who the hell did this to his poor boy.

“Katsuo! No, no, no, no, no. It’s me, it’s dad.” Katsuki reassured his son as he rubbed his back to calm him down. Katsuo turned to the man with teary eyes in shock and relief.

“Dad?” The boy questioned as he got a better look. Once he confirmed it was his father, he jumped into his arms.

“Dad! It’s you!” The boy sobbed into his father’s chest. Katsuki grabbed onto the boy, hugging him tighter as if the world was going to end, as he whispered reassurance into his ear.

“It’s me buddy, it’s me. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?” Bakugou asked as he examined his son’s body. The young blonde had his gray sweats teared, his white socks covered in soot and stains of blood along with his white tee.

As the child wiped his eyes, and looked at his father, he apologized.

“I’m sorry, dad.” The boy looked down in shame. Bakugou was so confused. What could his child be apologizing for at a time like this?

“I wasn’t strong enough.”

Oh, why did his son have to be exactly like him. Katsuki had to hold him once more to tell him it was all okay.

“Katsuo, none of this is your fault.” Bakugou said while holding onto his precious child.

“...These 3 men..they came in with a briefcase and said they wanted to “get something to trade.” They broke open the door as me and mom were watching T.V and told us to go with them. Mom put up a good fight, and I tried to help. I used my quirk to blow up the case they brought with them. After that though, the knocked me out. I see mom is gone, so they must’ve taken her and left me behind. I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything else.” The younger blonde said in shame once more.

“Katsuo....I’m so proud of you.” With those words, Katsuo looked up to his father in confusion.

“You’re 5 years old and you took great action to protect yourself and your mom. Not a lot of kids could do what you just did. I’m proud of you, and I’m so glad you’re okay son.” Bakugou said. His child finally showing a smile with a face identical to Katsuki’s and E/C eyes that replicated yours.

“Thanks dad.” The young boy said as his father picked him up.

“Of course. You’ll be an incredible hero in the future. The best of the best. I know it.” Bakugou said as he carried his son to the bathroom. “Let’s wash you up, change your clothes and get you to bed. You had a long night.”

“But what about mom? Shouldnt we go look for her.” Katsuo said in worry.

“Of course we will son. I will do everything in my power to bring her home to us as quickly as possible. That’s a promise, but right now, my priority is making sure everything is straight here at home. You’re mother is the strongest person I know, she will be okay, but I have to take care of you first. Okay?” Bakugou explained.

“Okay dad.”

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When Katsuo was washed up and tucked in bed, Katsuki went downstairs to clean up and fix whatever he could. When he finally saw the horrible sight, terrible thoughts came to mind of what could’ve went down. The longer he thought about it, the closer he was to tears. Y/N and Katsuo are his entire life. If one of them were gone, it would throw his entire being all out of wack. But he had faith in his powerful wife. She can withstand anything they throw at her....but he wasn’t sure how long. Bakugou began to sweep the glass and soot, throw away the broken wood, mop the floors of blood, put the couch and coffee table back into place, and moved the T.V to the side. That could be fixed in the morning. Once he was done, he took a shower and headed to his room for bed.

The Alaskan king sized bed was huge. It was giant, especially for just 2 people and the occasional child, but the love of his life was always right next to him to make the cold, empty bed feel warm and full of love and happiness. Now she’s not here. As Bakugou lays with his eyes open, staring at the ceiling, he realized he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He journied out of his bed and to his son’s room. As he opened the door, he saw his child right in front of it as he seemed to have opened it as well.

“Whatcha’ doing bud?” Bakugou asked as he looked down to his mini me.

“Couldn’t sleep. Too cold..... Too scared..... Too lonely.” He son replied. Bakugou internally smiled at how his son and him were so similar. He really was a carbon copy of Bakugou Katsuki, that’s for sure.

“C’mon son,” Bakugou said as he lifted his boy up and walked towards the full sized bed. “We’re gonna need some sleep.” As the two blondes lay side by side, still staring at the ceiling, the younger one spoke up.

“.......Everything’s gonna be okay....right dad?” His son said with a break in his voice and teary eyes. “Mom will come back, and we’ll go back to being the awesome family we always are...right?” The boy said while looking at his father.

Bakugou stared at him for a bit, before pulling him into his chest and rubbing his back.

“I promise, Katsuo.”

The young child quietly sobbed into his fathers chest once more, after holding in all these tears for so long, and held a firm grip on Katsuki’s shirt. As Katsuki held onto his sad son, he too let a few silent tears shed as he hid his face atop of his son’s head.

‘I promise.’ The loving father thought to himself as he kissed the top of the boy’s head and held him a little tighter than before.

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It’s been 3 days. 3 days too long for Katsuki and his worried son. They’ve been apart from Y/N for 3 days and are worried sick. After the two woke up from that sad night, Bakugou called in the Bakusquad to help find Y/N. The squad was lucky enough to be able to find DNA evidence and find out exactly who was in the house. Through the power of the internet and high tech power, they were able to track the villains and gather intel. Where they stay, what they do, their quirks, and where their base is. They’ve taken a very knowledgeable guess and estimate to find out where Y/N was, and now it was time to come up with a plan. They’ve been working for a few days and Bakugou was starting to get frustrated.

“AGH! WE’RE NOT GETTING ANYWHERE!” Bakugou exclaimed.

“Hey man, don’t you think it’s time we go to the agency and get their help and permission on this?” His best friend asked.

“I would love to get more help, especially from the agency, but there’s too many rules with them for a case like this. We have to go off the books to find Y/N, because when we do, nobody and no rules are gonna stop me from killing the idiots who thought it was okay to touch my wife!” Bakugou screamed out.

“Well you do realize how illegal this is right? We’re heroes, we’re supposed to abide by the law, stop those who break it, and kinda enforce it too.” Mina said.

“We were Y/N’s friends and family before we were pro heroes. If you’re too scared to go on, I won’t force you to continue, but nothing is going to stop me.” Bakugou calmly said.

As the silence filled the room, everyone bowed their heads. They were all confused and scared and worried for their dear Y/N.

“......How’s Katsuo taking this?” Kaminari asked.

“For a 5 year old, really well. Since I dropped him off with Deku and Round Face, he’s had other things to do but I’m sure his mom is all he could think about....I made my son a promise and I’m going to keep it. I’m gonna get her back.” Bakugou said.

With that, another silence fell upon the room. The squad came up with multiple plans but they all had major flaws. The one with the biggest risk however, would be the most efficient one. After thinking about it and having it in the backs of their minds, Kirishima spoke.

“Bakugou, let’s go with your plan.” The entire group looked up at the faux red in shock.

“Kirishima are you crazy?!” Mina asked.

“People will die if we go through with it. People who don’t deserve death as a final punishment!” Sero added on.

“Well Y/N is gonna die if we don’t do something about it right now. We have the best option right now, and yeah, it’s not the most holy, but it’s what we got! Do we wanna save our friend or not?!” Kirishima exclaimed.

After exchanging some looks and nods of agreement, the group was in. They were so lucky they weren’t doing this by the books.

“Okay then. Cover our tracks, don’t leave behind any evidence, and nobody get caught. We keep a steady flow and waste no movements. Get in, save Y/N, get out.” Bakugou explained while standing up.

“Let’s go save my wife.”

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Here we are. The Bakusquad right infront of the warehouse they were keeping Y/N in. How did they get here? Bakugou’s plan of course. Go in to the HQ, demand answers, kill when getting no answers, kill when you got the answers. Kill, Kill, Kill. Blood now stained the hands of the Bakusquad both literally and figuratively. Whatever it takes to save her.

As Bakugou blew down the door with an explosion, multiple men came attacking the 5 heroes. Each henchman and goon getting killed in the process. When the crowd of people was left to just the pros, they looked around and saw Y/N right in the middle of the room. Her arms were being held up to suspend her and she was barely moving. Her body left in nothing but her panties and bra, her torso covered in blood and gashes, her arms littered with tears in the skin, her body covered in bruises, and her legs filled with cuts. The sight was torture to Bakugou as he attempted to run out to her.

“Y/NNN!!!” The blonde said as he sprinted towards his hurt wife, however, he was stopped.

“Come any closer and I’ll slash her pretty little throat.” Said a man as he showed up behind Y/N, coming out of the shadows and keeping Bakugou at bay.

Bakugou growled in frustration before speaking. “Let her go! Please! I’ll give you anything!” He bargained.

“Oh I know you will. That’s the whole reason why we took this gorgeous thing right here,” the man said while tilting your head to make you face him. Bakugou saw your blurred eyes stare right at the man in a dull manner. You were almost gone. “We want......well....we just want nothing to be honest. What we really want is you gone, but we’re aware we can’t kill you. None of us stand a chance against Dynamight BUT, there’s more than one way to destroy a person. When I kill your wife, your heart and soul, I’d be destroying you. Dynamight wouldn’t be able to function without his precious girl, and would be a shit hero because of it. More crime to the villains.”

Bakugou grunted at the whole thing, shaking in his boots. His dear wife, right there infront of him and he couldn’t do shit. Bakugou really got ticked on when the man spoke of what they did to Y/N.

“Don’t her scars look beautiful? She had the most melodious screams. It made the lot of my men wonder how she would sound in bed,” the smirked at he went to grab at Y/N’s breast.

“You bastard! Get your hands off my wife!” Bakugou screamed.

“That’s fine, I, along with others, have already had our fun with Y/N. Her pussy is completely stretched out now.” The man said with a smirk.

Bakugou saw red. “You fuckers RAPED MY Y/N?!???!!!!” The villain only smirked towards Bakugou before holding silence for a few seconds.

“Her cries were quite lovely,” the man said as he licked Y/N’s lips and kissed her. Everyone could see Y/N flinch and struggle to get away from the nasty attack. And they couldn’t do anything about it.

As the villain went on, Chargebolt noticed something. Rubber boots! How could he forget! After being on so many missions together, the Bakusquad all agreed the bottoms of their hero costumes should consist of rubber, so Denki could do his attack through the floor without hurting them. So with the villain distracted and back to talking, Denki shot 4 million volts into the floor, shocking the man, hearing him scream in pain. When Denki stopped the attack, the man was left there standing, still alive of course, but weak enough for Bakugou to take his anger out on him. Denki is such a good friend.

Bakugou blasted off and went straight to the man, grabbing his throat and beating him. He littered his with bruises and let the man experience all types of pain. It was a brutal murder and Bakugou ended it with grabbing the man’s neck and blasting him right then and there. It was over. It was done.

As Katsuki ran towards Y/N, he told the squad to clear the place of any proof they were there. Once he reached his wife and got her down and held her close and cried.

“K-Katsuki..” Y/N said weakly. Bakugou held her closer in his lap as he cried into her hair.

“I-...I’m here Y/N. I-it’s ok, I’m here. I got you....it’s over now.” Bakugou felt Y/N snuggle into him as she let a sigh of relief and comfort. Bakugou was too busy crying and saying his apologies. He couldn’t hear his sweet wife utter the most important phrase she had to say at the moment.

“Thank you.” She softly whimpered out.

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It took a few days for Y/N to be fixed up again. The rape was hard on Y/N, but that’s okay because Bakugou was willing to wait for her whenever she felt ready. He was just happy to have his family back together....well..almost. After having multiple appointments with recorvery girl and extra TLC at home, Y/N was ready to get her son back. The drive to Deku’s house would be excruciating. Y/N just wanted to hold her baby boy in her arms and feel his love.

“You ready?” Bakugou asked with a smile as he saw Y/N looking at herself in the mirror. She returned the smile and walked up to her husband, embracing him in a loving hug, which he gladly returned.

“Thank you....for everything, hero.” Y/N smiled with the side of her face pressed against his chest. Bakugou kissed the top of her head before speaking.

“I love you, Teddy Bear.” Bakugou smiled.

“....Yeah...well not as much as I love you.” She said back with sass.

Bakugou’s eyes shot open at that comment.

“Is that a challenge shitty woman?!” Bakugou said while shaking her at her shoulders. Y/N only giggled before speaking.

“Nope, a challenge would be who gets to drive the new car to pick up Katsuo!” Y/N said while taking the keys out of Katsuki’s hand and running off.

“Wha- but-.....BUT I WANNA DRIVE IT!” He said like a child. The two tussled for the right to drive and laughed as they finally got to be together as the loving couple they are.

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As Bakugou drove, Y/N held onto his hand. They were both smiling and couldn’t wait to be a happy family again.

“I’ve missed him so much..” Y/N said aloud.

Bakugou looked at her with content before speaking.

“And he’s missed you, Teddy Bear. We both did. It didn’t feel right with you gone.” He said while picking up your hand and giving it a kiss.

“Well I’m back now.” You said while smiling.

“And everything is almost perfect, we just need to get one more thing.” Katsuki said as he pulled into Deku’s driveway.

When the green haired hero opened the door for the couple, his eyes sparkled with joy and relief.

“Y/N! You’re safe!” The young pro said while embracing you.

“Safe and ready to see my son!” You said with excitement.

“He’s upstairs in his room. I don’t think he woke up yet, oh and I’m sorry Ochako isn’t here. She would’ve loved to see you back home, safe.” Deku said with a smile as he made way for you both.

“No worries, I’ll give her a call,” you said as you dragged Bakugou’s hand up the stairs. Before you continued, you turned to look at Deku.

“Thank you for taking care of Katsuo while we were gone, Izuku. It means a lot to us.” You said with appreciation and friendly love.

Deku nodded with a smile as he gestured for you to continue your journey to your son. As you walked into the room, you saw him with messy bed hair, a little drool on his mouth, and covered in blankets. The sight of him almost brought you to tears. As Bakugou closed the door, you sat in his bed just petting his head, waiting for Bakugou to join you. With Katsuki now by your side, you shook the little boy gently until he stirred awake.

“Katsuo...I missed you, love.” You whispered.

“Wha...huh?” Katsuo said, while looking around. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw an Angel. His mother right next to him, giving him the kindest smile he’s ever seen. With tears in his eyes, he jumped on her, giving her the biggest hug.

“MOM!!!” The boy loudly sobbed as he held onto you tight. The moment was perfect. The light shining in on the room, a mother and son embracing each other, and tears of joy all around.

“Hi baby. I’m home.” You sighed as you held him tighter. “I’m so sorry if I worried you, Katsuo.”

“N-no, it’s okay. Dad p-romised me you’d be back. H-he promised he would bring you b-back and dad always keeps hi-s promises.” Katsuo said while trying to fight the little hiccups coming his way.

“He really does, doesn’t he?” You said while looking over at your husband. His eyes were filled with tears and he was smiling so much his cheeks were turning red.

“I-I love you both, so damn much.” Katsuki said with breaks in his voice. He leaned into to hold the two in his arms as he teared up along side with them. The family all together again, the love for one another stronger than ever before.

Bakugou thought they should be getting home soon, but that word seemed to mess with him. Home. It wasn’t a big mansion or the buildings that could be considered a house. His home was all right here in his arms. His home consisted of his wife and his son. His home are the two people in his life that mattered most to him. His home is right here, with them. No matter where they are, where they go, or what happens, Y/N Bakugou and Katsuo Bakugou will always be his home.

A/N: y’all I’m sorry if this sucked😭 I started this about a week ago, and took a minor break and wasn’t able to finish it. I finally did, and it’s kinda sloppy but I hope you enjoyed it none the less. I really just wanted to get it out bc the person that requested it was waiting for awhile so I felt so bad but HERE IT ISSS!! I hope you enjoy it. I’m sorry for the delay. See you soon Bear Cubs! 💗🧸

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Cautious

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: I decided to do a lil something with dad to be/husband!Harry and Y/n bc they're cute, sweet, and spicy...this one is also a little bit funny too. there's also a tiny hint of subby wife!Y/n in here too...Enjoy🙃

Harry refused to give you sex. Anytime you asked him for his cock, he always said no, citing that “he didn’t want to harm the baby”. When you first found out that you were pregnant, your hormones and Harry’s sex drive were through the roof. You two were not only having sex everyday, that was normal for you two; you and Harry were going at it like three sometimes four times a day now that you were carrying. You guys’ sex life had managed to skyrocket to an even higher level than it was on before the pregnancy. Harry was amazed at how your body was changing and growing with his child (he has a bit of a breeding kink) and you had a heightened sensitivity in your breasts and between your legs which made you even more needy for him. This constant sex routine so to speak, continued on for a good while too. That is, until the two of you paid a visit to your doctor for your week 20 ultrasound. That was the day everything changed; and by everything, you meant you guys’ sex life. From the moment Harry saw the developed baby and all of her prominent features, Harry went into lockdown mode. He was already extremely helpful and careful with you ever since the beginning of this pregnancy journey and even more so when he found out that you guys were having a baby girl. But now that he could actually see his little girl and not just a little dot on the screen, along with feeling her moving around in your belly, he was on a mission to do everything that was in you and your daughters best interests. Even if that meant limited or no sex.

Now you could understand taking the rough part out of the equation, but sex overall?! That was absolutely not okay for you. Yes he was being the sweetest husband and dad to be in the world, and yes you loved him immensely for that. But you were horny! In fact, him taking all of those measures to keep you and your daughter safe was a big turn on. It’s not like you were demanding for him to pound you into next month. You’d find great enjoyment in that of course, but like Harry, you wouldn’t want to put the baby at risk. All you wanted was for him to be inside of you. You even offered to put some anal action onto play from time to time. Sure he gave you his fingers and mouth, and yes they were magnificent and got the job done, but his cock just hit different. You didn’t even want to use the dildo he got for you that was a nearly exact replica to his cock. But it’s not like you could really use it anyways since you couldn’t see over your mountain of a belly. Which speaking of your mountain of a belly, you were so desperate for his cock that you even bookmarked articles online that listed the different sex positions that could accommodate your bump. 

Now your neediness for Harry’s cock was also translated into tears. Along with your horny hormones being heightened, you also had emotional hormones that were a bit out of wack too. Since you weren’t getting his cock frequently, you started to think that he wasn’t attracted to you any more. But luckily for you, Harry nipped that right in the bud. When you told him how you felt, he spent the entire night pretty much worshiping your body. He gave you everything you’d been craving for in the weeks prior. He used his mouth, fingers, and cock in the most mind-blowing ways and pleasured you for as long as you needed. And in the process of making you feel good, he still made sure that you and the baby were okay. He was able to be the adorable worry wart he is and be pleasured at the same time, and you were able to be pleasured the way you so desperately needed.

 It was absolutely amazing; and about a month ago.

You were now one week away from your 8 month mark and you were still horny. After that amazing night together, Harry went from softly dicking you down to sex lockdown. His fingers and mouth were in heavy and really the only things in rotation, and you were dying to have his cock inside of you. It’s also notable to point out that this was the first time in you guys’ relationship that Harry tried to not have sex with you. Which meant that this entire situation was uncharted territory and you were extremely ready to get back to what you were familiar with. And that would be regular sex. And you were planning on getting it by any means necessary. Even if it meant that you would be the one on your knees. 

See, you’d been trailing behind Harry all day long. After he used his mouth on you first thing this morning, you were in need for more. Even though you were thinking it, you didn’t want to just come out and say “I want sex!”. You didn’t want to ignite one of you guys’ frequent and very trivial tit for tat battles, so you just followed him around and kept as close as possible. You even pulled up a chair and cuddled up next to him as he had a zoom meeting with his team. Even though he was kind of the reason why you had as a serious ache between your thighs, you weren’t going anywhere. You continued to sit there with him for the entire duration of his meeting, keeping yourself busy on your phone until you were able to have his full attention. And once you did, you pounced; you were going to get rid of that ache. As soon as he hung up, you lifted your head up from his shoulder and you carefully slide yourself down onto the floor before moving between your legs.

“Y/n, get up off the floor!” He exclaims concernedly, leaning himself forward to help get you up from the floor. 

“No! I want your cock.” You whine, bringing your hands up to tug at the waistband of his sweats. “This is the only way I can get it since you can’t seem to understand that the baby will be perfectly fine if we have sex.” You continue on, tugging at his waistband a bit harder for him to finally lift his hips so that you can pull them down. Once he does, you’re quick to tug them down to his ankles before pulling them off and tossing them to the side. You push his legs apart and you immediately reach out to wrap your hand around his soft and hardening cock. “Just wanna make us feel good.” You explain softly, keeping your eyes locked with his as you bring your mouth in and down onto his cock. 

“Oh my- Y/n!” Harry groans, feeling your warm mouth glide down onto him. Harry hadn’t seen you on your knees let alone with his cock in your mouth in a really good while. It’s almost as if he forgot about how good it feels to simply rest on your tongue and inside of your warm mouth. After you take a good amount of him inside your mouth, you just hold him there. You suck on his hardening and girthy shaft a bit but you just hold him on your tongue. Simply having the weight of his cock was already working for you. Once you’ve just head him there for a little longer while squeezing at his thighs, you pull you mouth up from his shaft and you immediately replace your mouth with your hand. You begin tugging at his glistening shaft, keeping your eyes on his cock.  As you do this, all you can hear is little moans falling from Harry’s mouth above you. Even though he didn’t want you on your knees at all, he couldn’t deny the fact that your mouth and hands worked wonders.

“So big.” You admire through a whisper, as you push your hand down his shaft one final time before bringing your mouth back onto him. As you do though, you can’t stop yourself from rubbing up against one of his legs. Your clit was tingling and on fire and you needed to quickly rub it out. But once you pushed yourself against him and realized how good it felt, you couldn’t stop. As you pushed your mouth back and forth on his shaft and took him all the way to the back of your throat at times, you managed to simultaneously rub your center against his leg through your leggings. You weren’t able to get much of a rhythm to your movements but you could care less since it felt so good. While you were contently and very happily taking care of yourself and Harry’s cock, Harry was in absolute heaven above you. He had a hand on the back of your head and his own head was tightly tilted back against the top of the chair. Even though he had no problem forgoing his pleasure at times to ensure that you and the baby were okay, it was still nice to have you on your knees with his cock in your mouth. He hadn’t seen that sight in a good while and he was looking forward to a time where he could see it more often. What was even better than you having your mouth on him was the fact that you were practically humping his leg and trying to get yourself off in the process. And not only could he hear your muffled whimpers and moans, Harry could also feel them. As you continued to suck and gag on him, he could feel the vibrations from your moans on his cock.

“Feelin’ good down there baby?” Harry moans through a string of pants, feeling your movements against his leg and cock become more feverish. To reply, you pull your mouth up from his shaft and you rest your head on one of his thighs as you continue to more for hand and yourself against him.

“So good.” You moan dreamily, feeling yourself get closer to a release.

“Look so pretty too.” He begins, bringing his hand that was on the back of your head to your cheek. “Love seein’ my pretty and pregnant little wife on her knees f’me.” He moans as he watches you play with the head of him and lick at his shaft while continuing your movements against his leg. “Even prettier when she’s using me to get herself off. Is that pretty little pussy of yours feeling good sweetheart?” He asks softly through his continued moans, as he begins to feel the damp spot that bled right through your panties and leggings against his leg.

“Feels so good.” You whimper before bringing your mouth to the swollen head of his cock to suckle on him. Your tongue was swirling all around the sensitive edge of his swollen head and you even pushed the tip of your tongue against his slit, causing him to practically melt into his seat.

“Wanna cum with me sweetheart?” He asks shakily through a string of strained moans as he feels his own release speeding towards him.

“Mhm!” You mumble, keeping your mouth on him. To push him right into his release, you use your free hand thats resting on his thigh down between his legs to squeeze his warm and full balls in you hand. 

“Fuck! Cum with me baby!” He shouts, feeling himself falling right into his release. And as he does, so do you. You keep yourself pressed tightly against his leg as you let go. The grip you had on him with your mouth gets tighter as the wave of your release washes over you. You could feel yourself just melting away as you came. Harry could feel your juices coating his skin as he came right in your mouth. It felt so good to just let go with each other and ride out the blissful waves of your releases.

Once you’re all done swallowing every drop of his cum, you pull your mouth off of Harry’s cock and you move back off of his leg before reaching over to grab his pants and help him put them on. But he quickly brings your actions to an immediate halt. 

“You don’t have to help me with that sweetheart, let’s just get you back up and comfortable.” He directs, taking the pants from your hands and sitting them on the desk before helping you get up from the floor below him. Once you’re up, he guides you back to the seat you were once sitting in before swiftly putting his pants back on. 

“Feelin’ better lovie?” He asks sweetly, leaning over to plant a kiss to one of your chubby cheeks. Before you could even think about it, you just blurt out how you were actually feeling.

“M’feeling good al all, it’s just that we’re getting real close to the due date and I want to get as much of you and your cock in as possible because once I have the baby I’ll be all stitched up and healing, during and after that we’ll be tired from taking care of a newborn, and I don’t know how I’m gonna feel and stuff afterwards so I really want you as much as possible. So stop being overprotective and let me have your cock!” You bluntly and quickly explain, feeling a little pool of tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

“Don’t cry baby!” He coos softly to you, pulling up from your seat and into his lap. “M’sorry for not taking better care of you and being so over protective. Just don’t want anything to happen to you or bubs.” He explains, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around you. 

“You do an amazing job at taking care of me and I love you so much for that. But we’ll be fine. And if bubs isn’t for it, she’ll just kick me like she always does.” You reassure him with a little smile spread across your face.

“I guess you’re right.” He chuckles, bringing his hand down to your swollen stomach. 

“I know.” You sigh happily, nuzzling your head down into his shoulder. “Now I think that we can agree on cockwarmimg every night, even when we have little naps during the day.” You propose.

“I can do that and anything else you want doll.” Harry readily agrees, more than happy to give you what you wanted.

“Good! Now can we go upstairs and take a nap, I’m a little tired? Being on my knees and getting up wore me out.”

“Anything for you my princess.” He chuckles.

In these next couple of weeks, Harry was going to make sure you got everything you needed…but obviously with caution of course because it was still Harry you were talking about here. 

Masterlist

[lizandbo]

period headcanons w/ some hq bois

Okie dokie, so i know i do a lot of haikyuu freaking chubby x peep...but lemme change for this one....it mah periods time ssooo I’m doin this becuase i feel like other peeps need this while they are on there’re period ...idk if this whole thing even makes sense or not

Warnings: cursing, 

This is obviously a female reader so yeah....

I’m sorry if this is really short- i meant like, short lil things for each person...help i need speech

Hinata 

- This sweet boi wants to do everything for you but you know he ain’t a mcfucking octopus that could do 8 things at once

- he does do the best he can tho

- and if your in one of those mood swings when your hormones go wack-a-doodle, hell try to put up with it but if you get to the point that its your excuse he be like: ok, thats it...*hugs* -seconds later- everything’s is fine and normal 

- “ do you need anything?” ‘maybe like...pads orrr”

-” Y E S”

-  “ok, ok whatever you need princess”

- when he does get the pads, while halfway walking to the nearest drug store.....( like CVS, walgreens, rite aid etc...) he realizes he doesnt know which ones to buy you, the wings? The night pads? Which size???

- he goes into the pads section...and just stands there, staring at all the ones to buy you 

- so he came home with six packs of total different sizes and styles 

- you thank him for trying...but he could’ve always texted you which one s to buy tho 

- i think that Hinata would be great at being the lil sidekick on your period weeks

- if you want cuddles- done, boom, bam...he already holding ya

- chocolate? He’s out at the door for a journey 

- Hinata will be like a jumping rabbit if you get up from any surface 

- “ nope, you aren’t going to move....what do you need?”

- “ to stretch”

- “you could stretch in bed but dont get up”

- all this bb just wants you to be as comfortable as possible 

Tanaka 

- he would be. Like “oh...wait oHHH that...thing, i remember saeko always screaming becuase of those”

- but ya boi tryna to be noice, but doesnt really help becuase he doesnt want to get in harms fucking way

- but ya need ya help 

- does not let or bring you eat chocolate or some dairy things becuase his research cuz he carin’ like dat, that it makes you more uncomfortable even tho women crave it during the torture 

- but but but but, he willlll cuddle and snuggle with you 

- more than normally- ifff...thats even possible

-  “hey, why are you laying in the bed like your about to die or something-”

- “becuase i FEEELLLLL LIKE IM DYINGGGG RNNNNNN”

-” okkkkkayyy, just chill, i will give ya some mac’ & chez”

- “how the fuck is that gonna help, and also the last time you went into the kitchen to cook something you almost burnt the house”

- “so much for believing in me”

- “tanakaaaaAAAaa’

- “ok ok, ill be right back”

Tsukishima 

- this is the face when you explain about periods sucking^

- also like tanaka, does not give or let you eat dairy, he smart like tat

- of course, he’s the more prepared one on this list 

- he plans your periods, secretly 

- he is always cautious about the bed being bloody the next morning when the pad gives up

- will. Ha;f-assed tolerate the mood swings, like your so freaking sensitive to everything he says

- “you bleeding up more than in the World War Two and one combined”

-”TSUKI, wtf do you not get fucking periods??”

- “yes i do but-”

- “NO FUCKING BUTS!”

- “y/n your bleeding from your fucking pussy, why cant i make a joke out of it?”

- “_SnIfF- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you like this,..please dont yell or get mad-SnIfF- at me”

- “ok, do you need anything while i scream into the pillow walk to the kitchen to cook something to eat?”

- “nope:D”

- “i-...ok whatever”

Asahi

- he quite scared tho

- like, not scared but-...worrying 

- i think he 100 percent will giv you the sweetest of belly rubs

- if you look like you dyin, he’s there for you

- he may or may not give you your favorite treats 

- will always text you during class or anything of the sort to ask if you alright 

-cramping up? This boi gotchu, need pads? He’s in the women in the hygiene aisle..painkillers? You got them

- when you bleed on anything, he’s like the maid that cleans up everything that you mess up

- asahi will do anything that you request him

- “hey, do you need anything?”

-”...cuddles?”

-here comes the cuddle monster, face to face nuzzling his nose and face into your neck, pressing soft and warm kisses

- when the mood swings come into town,he alright with it..his sister already done that wit him so he’s experienced it

- “which pack do you usually buy?”

- “mmm-*the ones that you usually buy*-”

- “okie dokie, all be back. I dont want my lover to be out of anything during this week<3″

- “mkay babe, cya..thank ya”

- “no worries!”

A/n: i sorry that this is very short, writers block i guess? And it like 1am too soooo

[ayybtch]

Psychotic

Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: You really love animals, Bucky not so much. A random TikTok brings to light exactly what Bucky thinks of you.

Word Count: 1,776

Warnings: Being told no to getting animals, a couple swear words here and there, blink and you miss it suggestiveness, and a very strange TikTok

A/N: Happy Valentines Day everyone! I watched this TikTok months ago and absolutely lost it when I saw it, so definitely give it a watch! Dividers made by the lovely @firefly-graphics​

A Mutual Weirdness Masterlist

Days off were a rare occurrence for Bucky. Rarer still were days off that coincided with yours, and it practically required cosmic intervention for both of you to be off on a weekend. This was the first Saturday Bucky had off in almost two months and he planned on spending it doing absolutely nothing.

He made a point to sleep in and stay in bed as long as he possibly could. Once the grumbling of his stomach finally won out, the day would start off with a giant breakfast followed by a long, hot shower. The remainder of the day would involve him sitting on his ass while enjoying a good book or watching TV. He’d stay where he was until he needed to eat and that’s the way he liked it.

Today, he wanted to make some progress on the strange Romanian murder-mystery novel Wanda had recommended. She swore up and down that it was one of the best she’s ever read, but so far Bucky was not impressed. The pacing was too slow, the characters were too dull, and the murder itself was not all that intriguing. He would have stopped already if it hadn’t been for Wanda pestering him about it.

He had been laying on the couch completely immersed for almost an hour trying to solve the case before the lead detective when you came rushing into the room. You climbed into his lap and sat there staring at him, eyes unsettlingly wide. Bucky peered back at you over the top of his book, suspicious as to what could possibly be running through your head. A small smile started to appear on your face, but you remained silent.  

“Can I help you?” Bucky asked after a few minutes without any change to your expression, which was growing more and more manic-looking by the second.

Your eyes seemed to snap back in focus as he spoke and the rest of your face became serious. “So I had an idea…” you said cautiously, suddenly far more serious than he had ever seen you look before. “What if we got chickens? Not too many, just like three. I think three is a good number.”

Bucky stared at you in disbelief. “We live in an apartment. Of course you can’t have chickens,” he said flatly. You rolled your eyes at his response.

“Obviously not right now, but in the future when we’re not living in an apartment. You know, after you and I get hitched and find a house we like.”

All of the confusion and concerns Bucky had were thrown out the window as he processed what you said. You want to buy a house with him? You want to marry him? The thought of being with you forever made his heart skip a beat and filled him with an overwhelming urge to kiss you. He realized you were still watching him expectantly, waiting for an answer. “S-Sure, I guess. I never really liked chickens though -”

He wasn’t even able to finish his sentence before your lips were pressed against his.

“You are the best! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” you yelled, kissing him all over his face between thank you’s.

When you broke apart, an excited squeal left you that had his ears ringing. You laid down fully on his chest and started rambling about how nice it would be to have some land so you could have a nice big garden filled with every fruit and vegetable imaginable, a decent sized back patio or porch for friends to come over, and plenty of space for the chickens to have a giant coop. You even started listing out possible names for the chickens. Your seemingly endless ramble ended unexpectedly as you trailed off mid-sentence, gasping slightly after a moment. You picked your head up just enough off his chest to look him in the eyes.

“If we have enough room, can we also have goats?”

Bucky groaned, “Don’t push it, Doll. I’ve barely agreed to the chickens.” He pulled you back down onto his chest and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head before he continued reading.

It was almost a week later before Bucky had his next day off. He decided to plan a long-overdue date night. It was nothing fancy, just a casual dinner at a restaurant you liked followed up with dessert. After you left the restaurant, the two of you made your way through a stretch of Central Park. He had intended for it to be a romantic walk, full of hand-holding and kissing that maybe could lead to something else once you were back at the apartment. Instead, it quickly turned into one of the worst decisions of his life.

Everything was going according to plan until you spotted the raccoon family of three hanging out in the tree not far off the path. Bucky didn’t even need to look at you to know you were staring at them with the same heart eyes you always stare at animals with.

The raccoons were in a relatively low tree branch, each snacking on some food they had scavenged from a nearby trash can. You pulled Bucky off the sidewalk and into the grass. Your excitement grew with each step you took towards the tree.

“Bucky look at their little hands! How cute are they?” You whisper yelled, practically jumping up and down with excitement. You were so focused on them that it gave Bucky the chance to watch and appreciate how enamored you were. While it drove him nuts sometimes how many animals you wanted, it never stopped being adorable to him how passionate you were about them. Bucky had no doubt you’d manage to sweet-talk him into more than he’d care to admit, but if it meant seeing you smile like this every day then it’ll be worth it. He was so lost in his thoughts of what your future may hold that he hardly heard what you were saying to the raccoons. It wasn’t until you finally turned to look at him that he tuned back into what you were saying.

“Do you think raccoons would make good pets?”

Without a word, he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder before turning to walk away, shaking his head as he did.

“Oh my god, babe! Look at this baby cow!” you gushed, bursting out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where Bucky was making breakfast. “It’s so fucking fluffy, I need it.” The emphasis on need left Bucky scoffing as you shoved the phone into his hand. You stood there and stared at him, grinning ear to ear as you continued to ramble about the baby cow.

He eventually had to cut you off, “Doll, we’ve been over this a dozen times. You don’t actually want a cow, you just want a cow you can hang out with. Now sit down and eat your eggs before they get cold.” He scooped out some scrambled eggs onto a plate before placing it at your usual spot at the counter.

You grumbled slightly before sitting down on the barstool, stabbing your eggs harder than necessary with your fork. “You didn’t even acknowledge how cute it is.”

“It’s very cute. But I’ve already agreed to quite the menagerie so I have to put my foot down somewhere. I’ve already said yes to the chickens and it’s at least maybe on goats, and possibly a pig if we have enough room.”

“I’ve already said yes to the chickens and maybe on goats and pigs,” you said mockingly. “What difference does a cow make if we’ve already got all of those?” you asked, mouth full of food.

Bucky stared at you, shaking his head and sighing. “You’re lucky I love you, woman.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and sat down to join you for breakfast.

It was almost a month later before the two of you finally were able to have a quiet night together. The evening had been spent cooking dinner, making a mess in the kitchen as you did, followed by making a different kind of mess in the living room not long after. Now, the two of you were laying in bed together winding down for the night. Bucky was reading while you laid there scrolling mindlessly on your phone. You giggled from time to time, pausing to show him a funny meme here and there, but for the most part, the room was quiet.

It wasn’t until you were in full-on giggles that Bucky leaned his book against his chest and stared at you waiting for an explanation.

Once the giggles died down, you rolled slightly to be closer to him. “You have to watch this wack ass video.” Your laughter started up again before you even hit play.

Bucky watched as the guy in the video kept pulling out stranger and stranger animals. He chuckled throughout the video, but it wasn’t until a thought struck him at the end that he really burst out laughing.

“That’s going to be you in five years if I haven’t already married you and kept your psychotic ass from getting an unreasonable amount of animals.”

Your laughter died and you stared at him reproachfully. “Bucky, baby...do you think I’m psychotic?” Somehow you managed to sound unconcerned by the possibility of being psychotic. If anything, you seemed almost amused.

“Honestly? I think you’re on the brink of snapping sometimes,” he said with a slight shrug.

You stared back at him, not fully sure if he was joking or not. The serious look on his face confirmed he wasn’t joking and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Good to know you think I’m one mental breakdown away from snuggling with a possum, you jerk,” you teased, placing a quick peck on his cheek.

Bucky turned to fully face you, looking you dead in the eyes. “Be honest with me, if the possum was replaced by one of those raccoons we saw a couple weeks ago, how unreasonable would that seem to you?”

Your face felt hot and you stuttered for a moment before going quiet. “I guess that’s fair,” you mumbled, eyes rolling slightly. “But raccoons are cuter, you can’t blame me for wanting to snuggle one.”

“I know, you fucking weirdo. Now come here,” Bucky said, grabbing you and pulling you into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and a comfortable silence fell over you. A few minutes later, Bucky spoke again.

“For the record though, possums and raccoons are both firmly on the ‘no’ list.”

[quillsandtypos]

Our Stars Collided- Part 4 (2/2)

Summary: As the reader finds herself joining an on the rise ghost band, she quickly makes friends with the bassist. But how long can she keep herself away from the lead guitarist?

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: tickling and more sexual tension

Pairing: luke x reader, brief mention of willex

I had too many text blocks so I had to split this in two parts

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You wished you could say that the following three days flew by, but it felt nowhere close to it. As a result of the two of you needing to wait until the next weekend for your prank, Reggie and Luke had taken this to stage as many pranks as they possibly could. You couldn’t even walk around your house without potentially setting off a booby trap. So far you had walked into plastic wrap, had glitter exploded all over you, ate toothpaste, and not to mention the countless times Luke had popped in and scared the daylights out of you at school.

Luke had stayed true to your agreement on your bedroom being a peace ground, but it seemed like Julie was not nearly as lucky.

She came to stand beside you at your locker and she did not look happy. “They are so going to regret fucking with me,” Julie hissed.

Julie occasionally cussed, but it wasn’t that often that it was directed at people, so whatever they had done must’ve really pissed her off.

You sighed. “What did they do now?”

“They had alarms going off in my room at two in the morning.” You turned to her to see a glare in her eyes that might’ve killed them if they weren’t already dead.

“Wait, plural alarms? Like how many?” you nervously asked.

“Like enough that I’m almost certain they had to rob a store. I didn’t know I even had that many hiding places in my room,” Julie huffed.

“Well you know what they say, people who set alarms get scared.”

Julie’s glare faded to a puzzled but amused look.

“No one says that,” she retorted.

You shrugged. “Well now I do, come on we gotta get to first period before we prank the hell out of those losers.”

By the time school was out you were practically bursting with excitement about your plans later that evening. You kept your cool and rehearsal went smoothly. You came home and showered before texting Julie that you’re parents, while they were a little confused on why you were going to her house at two in the morning, had agreed to let you stay the night.

Around midnight you went downstairs to make yourself a coffee since you were running a little low on energy.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you put things back into your fridge, and you headed back to your room. You watched netflix for a bit before packing your bag and heading to your car. You quickly pulled into her driveway and turned off your headlights. Luke and Reggie weren’t currently in the studio; Alex had managed to get them away for five minutes so you could pull into the driveway without raising any suspicion. He just had to make sure that when they poofed back that all of them poofed into the studio so they wouldn’t know you were there.

You went to knock at the door but Julie opened it before you could.

She quickly motioned for you to come inside.

“You ready?” you burst out.

“Yes! Here I’ll show you where my room is,” she excitedly explained. As you entered her room it felt like you were being comforted by the energy that Julie gave off. The room was perfectly decorated to show every part of who she was.

“Oh, you have to try something!” she suddenly remembered.

“What?” You were still looking around the room.

She pointed. “Jump onto my bed and lay on it.”

You gave her a nervous side eye. “Didn’t Reggie get in trouble for doing that?”

She lightly wacked your arm, “That’s because he’s not supposed to come into my room without knocking.”

“Funnily enough, he chose to leave that part out of the story,” you chuckled.

Julie chuckled with you and crossed her arms. “Okay, now go!” she insisted.

You figured why not, so you took a running start at her bed before jumping and landing softer than you were expecting.

Oh my god, was her bed soft. It was like you could just melt into it and with the fuzzy blankets on top of it you felt like you could fall asleep right there right now.

A noise interrupted your comfy hazy thoughts.

You opened your eyes to see it was Julie snapping.

“See, was I right or was I right?” she teased.

“Maybe,” you sleepily admitted.

“Come on.” She pulled you off her bed, “we got a prank to set up before Alex gets back.”

The two of you marched down to the studio and made light work of your set up. You place a speaker right by the door, hidden in Alex’s drum set. Another one in the loft, one by the piano and one above the door. You placed your pepper shaker and your sign right in front of the door, and you set up the blanket that would drop over top of them. In the past week the three of you, with the help of Alex’s boyfriend, had managed to build a holding system that would drop once a tiny string was pulled. Once everything was set up. You chose your position behind the couch, and Julie chose the corner where the plants were. Now all that was left to do was wait. You gave her a thumbs up from around the corner and she motioned it back to you.

A couple of minutes later you heard a couple poofs in almost unison. They had landed right where you wanted them to; the show was about to begin.

“Wait, guys did either of you two do this?” Alex gestured towards the piece of paper on the ground. Of course, Alex knew exactly who wrote that, but his acting was all a part of your grand scheme.

Reggie looked curiously at the piece of paper and reached down to pick it up. “It says I know your secret,” he told them.

“That’s weird, we don’t have any secrets, ya know apart from my secret hidden talent on the banjo,” Reggie grinned.

“No, I’m pretty sure that’s not it,” Alex sarcastically responded.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it has to do with the fact that we’re ghosts, Reg,” Luke commented.

A lightbulb went off in Reggie’s head. “Oh yeah, that would make more sense,” he realized.

“Wait, what’s that?” Luke nervously asked. He pointed to the jar next to the note.

“It’s a pepper shaker.” Reggie picked up the jar and shook it side to side for emphasis.

Luke seemed to calm down as he released a breath.

“Guys?” You would’ve thought Alex had seen a ghost if it weren’t for the fact that you knew he was acting.

“Yeah?” Luke questioned.

“Do you remember the movie ghostbusters?” Alex looked at them with wide eyes, and Reggie suddenly backed up.

“Do you think they’ve found us?” Reggie fearfully asked.

Luke looked a little nervous. “Guys, it’s probably just Julie and y/n pranking us,” he suggested.

You instantly got a little nervous that your plan was going to fail, but Alex was quick on his feet.

“Why would they be pranking me? I’ve been on their team,” Alex argued, while still staying in character.

Luke seemed visibly pale when he realized Alex had a point, Reggie looked like he was about to pass out.

Julie took their moment of fear as the perfect moment to set the rest of your plan into play. The speakers all mimicked the wind, but not exactly the peaceful kind, more like the kind just before a storm hits. The boys were all holding onto one another as they tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. As the sound played you quickly reached out to grab the pepper shaker and you placed a different paper slightly farther away. You got back behind the couch just as Julie made the wind stop.

“What’s happening?” Reggie trembled in fear.

“Guys, where did the pepper go?” Alex pointed to the now empty floor

“Oh no, we’re gonna die,” Reggie cried out.

“Reg, we’re already dead!” Luke yelled back.

“Oh right, yeah,” he remembered.

“So this is probably gonna be worse,” Luke shuddered.

“Oh no,” Reggie groaned. He gripped his friends tighter.

“What’s that?” Luke looked over at your other paper.

The three of them waddled over to your piece of paper and as they leaned down to read it you hit the button that would drop the blanket on them.

As soon as he felt something touch him, Reggie screamed and hit the ground. Luke let out a high pitched yell before trying to jump back, but he was accidentally pulled to the ground by Reggie. You and Julie attempted to pop out of your hiding spots and move over to them but you were both rolling on the ground laughing hysterically, so Alex poofed over. Reggie was frantically trying to get out at the same time as Luke, but they didn’t seem to be getting anywhere so Alex lifted the blanket off of them. Reggie and Luke tumbled onto the floor.

“What, just, happened,” Reggie panted.

“You just got pranked,” you said before high fiving Julie, and Alex.

Luke was in disbelief. “You were in on it the whole time?” he asked Alex.

“Yep,” he said proudly.

“You should’ve seen your faces,” Julie laughed.

“Oh no, what’s that on the floor,” you mocked Luke. He scowled at you, but he couldn’t hide the slight smile on his face.

Reggie continued to pant for a minute to try to get his heart rate down, but eventually he did. “I have to admit, you guys got us pretty good,” he crossed his arms and smirked.

“Thank you Reggie, you know I might just forgive you for betraying me,” you added dramatically.

Alex squatted down towards Luke. “What about you, are you gonna be a sore loser?”

Luke grinned, maybe a little too evilly in your opinion.

“No, you guys win,” he admitted. He offered Alex a high five, and before you knew it Luke had pulled Alex to the ground and was wrestling him. Since you couldn’t do much to help your teammate, you just watched as Alex got pinned to the ground.

“Luke don’t do it!” Alex threatened.

“What? This?” Luke mockingly asked. He pulled one of Alex’s arms up and started quickly playing guitar on his armpit.

Alex’s scream could’ve rivaled Reggie’s earlier one as he instinctually brought his legs up. The situation at hand was rather cute. You, Julie, and Reggie watched fondly for a moment as Luke continued tickling him.

But after a little while, Reggie figured Alex had had enough. “Alright, Luke let him up,” Reggie told him.

He reluctantly did but not before swiping a finger across his neck. Alex snorted and giggled.

“See, this is why we don’t betray our friends,” Reggie playfully warned him.

You loudly faked a cough, “Says someone who betrayed a friend.”

Reggie looked so offended, you were almost worried he didn’t know you were kidding.

“So what do you say Luke, are you willing to admit you were defeated?” Julie teased.

Luke rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. “You guys won,” he admitted.

“What was that? I don’t think you said it loud enough,” you egged him on.

Luke stood up to be face to face with you as his focus landed entirely on you. Your breath caught in your throat.

“You wanna end up pinned too?” he threatened. His smirk was infatuating and also somehow infuriatingly hot.

“Good try, but you can’t touch me,” you reminded him.

He took a step back “I guess you’re safe then for tonight,” he concurred, but the fire in his eyes had not dulled.

You turned around to see Reggie suddenly turn the other way, but then you looked towards Julie.

“We should probably go to bed shouldn’t we?” you suggested.

“Probably,” Julie sadly agreed.

You weren’t too happy about it either, but it was nearing four in the morning, so you said your goodnights to the guys and headed up to Julie’s house. You both quickly fell asleep in her soft, cozy bed.

timE

You woke up at around noon, which was not all that surprising considering the time that you went to bed. You looked over to see that Julie was already awake, since she wasn’t there. You put on a sweatshirt over your pj’s and headed down the steps.

“Hi, y/n!” Ray greeted you.

“Hi Ray!” you enthusiastically responded. You hadn’t spoken with Ray a lot of times, but all the times that you had were quite pleasant.

“What are you girls up to today?” he asked, as he looked at something on his laptop.

“Actually, I was hoping you could tell me, I’m looking for Julie,” you explained.

“Oh she’s in the living room,” he pointed.

“Thanks!” you called out.

You plopped down on the couch right next to her.

“Goodmorning,” she yawned.

“Morning,” you responded, biting back your own yawn.

“So what are we doing today?” Julie looked at you.

“Right now I’m just waking up,” you laughed. You sat in a comfortable silence for a while as netflix played in the background.

“Do you wanna make chocolate chip cookies?” you suggested.

“Like right now?” Julie was slightly surprised.

“Yeah.”

She shrugged and smiled, “Sure!”

You read off the ingredients as Julie grabbed them from out of her kitchen, since she knew where everything was.

“And chocolate chips is the last thing we need,” you spoke, as you put the list down.

“Did someone say chocolate chips?” Carlos chirped as he walked in.

“We did, but they're not for you,” Julie quipped.

Carlos pouted, “You’re no fun.”

Julie scoffed. “But we’ll let you have some after we’re done,” she offered.

“Mhm, seems fair. Julie and Julie’s friend, I will see you later,” he announced as he walked out of the room. You had to smile at his antics.

“You’re brother seems nice,” you commented.

“Oh, he is, he’s just also my brother, and a dork,” she explained.

“That’s usually how brother’s go,” you agreed.

She agreed and moved to start putting ingredients together, and within the next twenty minutes your cookies were ready to go in the oven. The oven beeped to let you know it had reached its heat and you slid the cookie pans into the oven. The two of you just hung out in the kitchen and chatted as you waited for them to cook, you even started coming up with ideas for your next gig. Halfway through your conversation, your timer beeped.

“I’ll get it,” Julie offered.

As she pulled them out of the oven the sweet smell of chocolate chip cookies filled the air. They were almost perfectly done, they were golden brown, and just slightly brown on the bottoms.

Just as you were putting them on a cooling rack Luke came through the door.

“What smells so good?” he questioned.

“We made cookies,” you gestured to the rack in front of you.

“They look so good,” he groaned.

You felt a pang to your heart, as you remembered he couldn’t eat anymore.

“I’m sorry Luke,” you apologized.

“It’s okay, it’s not a big deal,” he tried to play it off like he wasn’t bothered, but it wouldn’t take a genius to know that he was.

Julie spoke up, “You guys wanna go watch some youtube on the tv?” she suggested.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“Luke?” she asked.

Luke shook from his daze, “What? Oh, yeah,” he also agreed.

You grabbed a couple cookies on your way out, you handed a couple to Julie. The three of your settled in on the couch, with you in between the two of them. You weren’t really paying attention to the video but you also weren’t necessarily paying attention to what was happening around you either. It was probably a part of staying up till four in the morning you figured. But as you almost dozed off you realized with a start that someone had snatched your cookie from you hands. Your eyes jolted open to see that Luke was holding your cookie.

“What are you doing?” you groggily asked.

“I’m snatching your cookie,” he quipped. He leaned forward to look at Julie. “Did I use that right?”

“Yep!” she assured him, though it wasn’t without a small snicker; which, he chose to ignore.

He leaned back into the couch rather smugly.

“Luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuke,” you whined.

“What?” he pretended to be innocent.

You did not have the energy to think of a witty remark right now.

“Can I have it back?” you pleaded.

“What’s the magic word?” he tauntingly asked.

“Give me my damn cookie back Patterson,” you threatened.

“Wrong answer!” he yelled. He plopped the cookie in his mouth without a second thought. Every single time time they had tried to eat food it just went right through their mouths before they could chew it, it would come out fully untouched and unmarked. So Luke was very surprised when the cookie did not leave his mouth. He went to bite down on it and he could taste it and all of its goodness.

“Julie!” he exclaimed.

“What?” her eyes were glued to the screen.

“Look!” he yelled.

“Luke I don’t wanna see the food in your- oh my god you can eat!” she realized halfway through her sentence.

“I’ve gotta get the guys!” he announced before poofing out. Seconds later he poofed in with the guys.

“Here just try them,” he coached Reggie and Alex.

Reggie and Alex both took a timid bite before shoving the whole rest of the cookie in their mouths.

Reggie’s eyes were massive, Luke had a laser like focus, and Alex looked like he was in a whole other realm. Julie and you just stood in the kitchen as they proceeded to eat almost two batches of cookies. You couldn’t really blame them though, especially since they hadn’t eaten in twenty-five years.

“How did you guys manage to make these?” Alex questioned.

“That’s the thing, we have no idea why ours are special,” Julie admitted.

“I can tell you why, it’s because you guys are amazing,” Reggie said, with a mouthful of food.

“Thanks Reg, but I doubt that’s it,” you reasoned.

“I bet it is,” Luke argued.

“Luke I don’t think-” he cut Julie off.

“What if this has something to do with you two being the only ones who can see us? And because you two are the ones who made this, and you have the ability to see us, it makes the cookies be edible to us?” Luke theorized.

You thought for a moment.

“That would sort of make sense,” Julie thought out loud.

“Right? It’s kinda how like our music is attached to our souls and your abilities would be attached to you and everything that you do,” Luke ecstatically explained.

“So what I’m hearing is that y/n and Julie can make us actually be able to eat?” Reggie questioned.

“Yes, were you listening to any of that?” Alex asked.

“No, I was mostly just thinking about how good these cookies are,” Reggie admitted.

“I-okay,” Alex left off.

“So what I’m hearing is that you guys will maybe make stuff more often, please?”

You looked at Luke who was pouting and making the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. Glancing over at Julie, you could tell she felt bad for them too. She nodded at you.

“Alright, I suppose I could come over more often to make things,” you agreed.

“Yes!” Luke cheered.

“Thank you!” yelled Reggie.

“Thanks guys.” Alex looked over at the two of you appreciatively.

“But you do have to help with the messes!” Julie added. It only slightly dampened their spirits. But in no time, the kitchen was spotless, and the five of you headed back to the studio and hung out until you had to leave.

Taglist: @sunsetcurvej

[sokkascroptop]

traitor. (sokka x f!reader) pt 7

part 1 | part 6 | part 8

A/N: Just one question. Is it homoerotic to roll around in the forest with your enemy? Just asking... for a friend.

And how could Y/N explain her thoughts on it all when she didn’t understand them herself. Even the idea of not trusting Azula explicitly made her feel like a traitor. She wanted to think that everything was Agni’s will; that everything happened for a reason. So she took her feelings and buried them. She buried them so deep that they were never going to see the light of day. 

Y/N didn’t speak about what she saw Azula do. 

Ty Lee and Mai recounted fighting the waterbender and her brother and how they had lost, but when they asked what had happened with her and Azula, she just smiled and shook her head. And Azula was too angry about the loss of the Avatar for them to even ask her.

Mai patched her shoulder up. She was the best one for the job; she had the most experience, since knife throwing was a dangerous weapon choice. She peeled away bits of Y/N’s sleeve that were embedded in the wound and cleaned it and applied a special burn cream that made Y/N’s arm go numb. And the best part of it all? She didn’t talk. She didn’t poke at Y/N’s silence and try to weed out the details. 

Y/N wouldn’t have known what to say anyways. How do you tell your friend that you think your other friend murdered her Uncle? And how could Y/N explain her thoughts on it all when she didn’t understand them herself. Even the idea of not trusting Azula explicitly made her feel like a traitor. She wanted to think that everything was Agni’s will; that everything happened for a reason. So she took her feelings and buried them. She buried them so deep that they were never going to see the light of day. 

That was weeks ago. 

And Y/N didn’t feel any better. 

In fact she felt worse. Her spirit and excitement for the mission was fading with each passing day as Azula’s will and determination grew. The drill was a brilliant plan. And it had failed. The Avatar and his gang of friends had foiled yet another one of their plans. Y/N was tired. She desperately needed a night of uninterrupted sleep. 

She was plagued with nightmares of blue–and red– fire, consuming her, eating her alive. She would wake up sweating, her now healed burn scar itching, reminding her that fire is dangerous and should not be messed with. 

After what happened at Ba Sing Se, the girls retreated to the woods just outside of it. They camped and licked their metaphorical wounds and planned for whatever was going to happen next. They didn’t just need a way into the city, they needed a way into the palace. 

It was chilly in the woods. The trees around them were tall and blocked most of the sun high above them before it could reach the forest floor. Y/N brought her knees to her chest and stared at Azula, who was pacing back and forth in front of their campfire. She was muttering to herself, obviously irritated by their lack of progress. Azula wasn’t one to sit around idly when she had a mission. She was patient, but not this kind of patient. 

“What are we going to do?” She growled. And Y/N realized she was talking to her. 

She shrugged. “I still think our best bet is faking being refugees.” She held up a hand to stop Azula from interrupting her. “I know, I know, we need to get to the palace but right now we aren’t even in the city. We can plan something more elaborate while we’re inside the walls.”

“Applying to be a refugee requires that we have papers, passports. We don’t have that kind of time to fake it. I need to show my father I’ve done something.” The fire next to her grew ten times it’s normal size from her frustration. 

“I don’t think we’ll need to!” Ty Lee danced her way up to their campsite, Mai walking slowly behind her. 

“While we were out scouting, we found this.” Mai held up a familiar looking white tuft of fur. 

Azula grabbed it greedily. “So the Avatar has left Ba Sing Se. I wonder why…” she murmured. “Come on, girls. Let’s go find out.” 

---

“These woods are vast. We need to split up to cover all the ground before they get away again.” Azula pointed each girl in a different direction and they each galloped into the trees on their lizard-hounds. 

Y/N would never get used to the movement of a lizard hound and the moment she found something that looked like a track she jumped to the ground, happy to be off it. She inspected the dirt and noticed there was more than one disturbance leading off to the left near a patch of bushes and trees. 

Y/N drew her sword as quietly as she could and listened for any sound or movement ahead. She peeked behind a pair of trees, but all she could hear was the swishing of the leaves in the wind and the croaking of a badgerfrog. 

Y/N was just about to turn around and backtrack to see if she missed something when she was wacked in the face with a metal shield. 

She fell backwards on the forest floor, rocks and sticks digging into her spine. She groaned and rolled to her feet just in time to deflect a blow from the girls metal fan. 

In front of Y/N stood a Kyoshi warrior. 

Y/N extended her sword completely, keeping the other girl at a distance. She was going to have to get really close to fight with her fans and Y/N didn’t want to toy with their razor sharp edges. 

The first time Y/N had heard of the Kyoshi warriors, she wanted to be one. She begged and begged her mother to take her to Kyoshi Island to train with them. Even when her mother told her she couldn’t because they were part of the Earth Kingdom and Y/N was Fire Nation, that dream didn’t fade. Even now, Y/N couldn’t definitively say she didn’t want to be one, but she doubted they would take her now. 

The one in front of her was glaring at her, Y/N could tell through the greasepaint. Y/N’s head was pounding from her earlier fall. She knew that the Kyoshi warriors were friends of the Avatar. That had to be why they were out here in the woods. 

“Where is he? Where’s the Avatar?”

The warrior frowned. “Not here.” She tested Y/N’s reflexes faking an attack to the right and coming at her left. 

“I don’t believe you,” Y/N kept her at a distance. She noticed the girl had a katana at her side and wondered why she hadn’t pulled it yet. “We found fur from his sky bison. We know he was here.”

The warriors eyes widened a fraction of an inch. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She had seen Y/N look at her sword sheathed at her waist. She folded a fan and drew her katana but just brushed the edge of it against Y/N’s raised sword. It seemed like she wanted a fight just about as much as Y/N did. 

Y/N felt a stab of...something deep in her gut as she looked at their crossed swords. She couldn’t put a word to it; it was more than sadness, more than remorse, more than fear. It was that sinking feeling you get when someone you love walks in the room and says I have to tell you something. It completely took her breath away. And Y/N suddenly realized this wasn’t just some girl dressed up as one of her heroes in front of her. This was a person, someone who was supposed to be an enemy and Y/N just didn’t want that. She didn’t want any of this. She was tired of seeing enemies around every corner. She wanted to be able to dream about being a Kyoshi warrior, not fight one. And that nagging question that never seemed to stray far from her mind came back hard–why was she fighting at all? 

Y/N didn’t know what to do; she half-wanted to curl up into a ball and just let the girl carve her up with her fans because anything would feel better than the crushing weight of the realization that everything, everything, everything was so messed up–but she wouldn’t because Kyoshi warriors were noble; no, that something that Y/N does, has done and will do. The other half of her wanted to fight until there was nothing left. But she was pretty sure they both came from the same place.

Both of them were surprised when Y/N’s sword slipped out of her hand and fell into the dirt. Sometimes your muscles make the decision for you when your brain is too slow to think and she wasn’t going to let Azula punish these girls for losing the Avatar. 

Y/N was fueled by pure panic as she pushed the girls still blade away with her hand and shoved her up against a tree. The warrior’s hands were trapped between their chests still clutching her katana. She struggled a bit, “What are you–get off!” 

“Shhh, shush, shut up!” Y/N pressed her hand over the girl’s mouth smearing greasepaint everywhere. She looked around wildly to see if anyone had come running during their scuffle. 

When she turned back to face her, Y/N realized how close they were. Their noses brushed and Y/N’s eyes widened. She backed off a little but all she could smell was the sweet-resin scent of the warriors painted face. Y/N could feel her cheeks heat up because of their proximity where she could see that, yes, the Kyoshi warrior was really pretty even under all the greasepaint, but also because it felt like her heart was pounding out of her chest and the back of the girls hand was pressed up against it and surely she could feeling it thumping against her ribs–

And then Y/N saw her face soften, just a bit, as the warrior searched her face trying to find an answer as to why they were currently pressed against a tree in the middle of the woods. Her gaze settled on Y/N’s lips. “What are you doing?” 

Y/N didn’t really know how to answer her. She didn’t know what she was doing all she knew is that–

“I’m afraid for you.” Y/N stared into her brown eyes. 

The warrior cocked her head, she had a ghost of a smile on her lips like the thought of someone being worried about her was funny until she took in Y/N’s fire nation clothes, and the sword still lying on the ground behind them and the fact that she was looking for the Avatar. The warrior shoved Y/N back as far as she could with a bewildered look on her face. Y/N tripped over a tree root and fell. 

“You’re one of those crazy girls who are trying to kill Aang!”

“No, no!” Y/N stopped. “Wait, who is Aang? We’re not trying to kill anyone!”

“But your friend is and you’re just as bad as her!” The warrior stabbed downward at Y/N but only hit dirt as she had already rolled out of the way and to her feet. 

Y/N didn’t make a move for her sword. She didn’t want the warrior thinking she was trying to fight so she held her hands out, hoping the girl would trust her. “I’m trying to warn you! You need to find the other Kyoshi warriors and get out of here!”

“Why?!”

“I don’t know!” Y/N wanted to cry. This was so frustrating. 

“Sure, you try to kill my friends and now you just so happen to want to help me?”

“No, that’s not it at all!” Y/N didn’t know how she was going to get the girl to listen to her. She ducked and the katana whipped over her head. Y/N dove for her sword. 

But the girl was on top of her before she could reach it, pressing her to the ground. 

Y/N grabbed the girl’s face smearing more greasepaint and pushed her away, rolling on top of her and trying to snatch the blade from her hands. Somebody was going to get hurt with that. She kneed Y/N in the stomach and rolled back on top of her, sitting on her stomach. The warrior’s headband had fallen off and her short, auburn hair tumbled into her face.

Y/N grabbed the girl’s hand which was guiding the blade toward her neck and pushed back with all her might, trying to save herself a few more seconds. 

“No, you don’t want to kill my friends or no, you don’t want to help me?” The Kyoshi warrior pressed her full weight onto the blade and Y/N could feel it kiss her neck, drawing blood that dripped into the hollow of her collarbone. 

“I don’t want to kill them,” Y/N whispered. “I never wanted to.” Y/N kicked her right leg up and used it to push the girl off her. She ripped the sword from the warriors hands and threw it. Y/N straddled her and held her arms down. “If you would–”

A snap of a stick caught both their attention. 

“I see you found their leader,” Azula mused from the tree line. 

Y/N froze. A million thoughts entered her head and then immediately exited. Azula can’t know Y/N tried to help her. “Yes I did.”

Azula took in the blood on Y/N’s neck, their ruffled hair and smeared greasepaint and raised her eyebrows. She tossed a length of rope. 

“Tie her hands. We have the rest over there.” She nodded her head back the way she came. She glared at the Kyoshi warrior on the ground. “And if you try to run...” Azula held up her hand and created a ball of blue fire. 

---

They had to hike a quarter of a mile. Down a small hill, and in a valley were the rest of the Kyoshi warriors. Their hands were bound and they were all tied to trees. There were only about seven of them. 

Y/N tied their leader to a thick gingko tree and dropped her katana and fans in a pile Mai, Ty Lee and Azula had made. 

Azula motioned to Ty Lee and Mai who were already dressed in Kyoshi warrior uniforms and painting one another’s faces. “This is how we’re not only going to get into the city, but straight into the palace. All we have to do is tell them we’re there to protect the Earth King.” Azula smirked.

“That’s… actually a great plan.” 

Azula elbowed Y/N. “I always have great plans.” She turned around to the warriors. All of them gave Y/N a death glare. “Now which one do you think is as tall as you?” 

The dress was a hair too short, but that didn’t bother Y/N. She took a moment to look around at her friends and realized just how good of a plan this was. They had been friends for years and she barely recognized them in their red and white greasepaint. 

Azula approached Y/N as they were loading the extra katanas and fans on their lizard hounds; in her hands she held the golden headband of the Kyoshi warrior’s leader. 

“You get this for the capture of their fearless leader.” The corner of Azula’s mouth turned up in a half-smile. She was saying it like it was a joke, but Y/N knew the truth. That girl had almost beat her out there. The cut on her neck still stung. Y/N felt the weight of her guilt fall on her shoulders like a lead blanket as she let Azula place the headband on her head and tie it in the back. What was Y/N supposed to do now? How could she be thinking of betrayal when Azula was rewarding her? She felt proud and disgusted with herself at the same time. She’d promised this girl–okay so maybe she didn’t promise her, but she had told her that she was going to help her and now she was wearing her headband like it was a trophy!

She looked at Azula and didn’t see that monster that she had imagined her to be the last few weeks. Y/N saw a girl that was ambitious and powerful and that wasn’t a bad thing. Y/N had always wanted what was best for Azula, so why was she so willing to sabotage all of it? She was torn in two, and she’d never had that happened before. She had never had to decide between herself or Azula. 

“Do me a favor.” Y/N was snapped out of her thoughts by Azula’s voice. 

“Anything,” she lied.

“Go check all of their ropes. Make sure they’re tied up tight.”

“Sure, but why?”

“I sent a messenger hawk to a nearby General. He and his troops are going to come here and take these captives to a Fire Nation prison.” 

Y/N did what Azula asked. She checked everyone, and tightened the ropes that she thought were tied just a little too loose. An idea came to her last minute, and she didn’t realize she was going through with it until it was already done. 

“What’s your name?” Y/N asked the Kyoshi warrior’s leader as she redid the knot tying her to the tree. She took her time looping it through, waiting for an answer, but the girl stayed silent and turned away. She moved on to the warrior’s hands. She made sure her back was to Azula and the girls as she spoke.

“My name is Y/N and I’m loosening the rope on your hands. When we leave, take your warriors and get out of these woods. The Fire Nation army will come here looking for you. Don’t give them a reason to catch you.” Y/N slowly slid one of the fans out of her waistband and under the kneecap of the warriors outstretched leg. 

She looked into the girls brown eyes for the last time and gave her the slightest nod. Their faces were reflections of one another from before; this time it was Y/N in the facepaint and the girl with a nearly bare face. It felt cathartic, hiding her real identity; pretending she was someone else. It made betrayal so much easier, because she wasn’t Y/N, she was just another Kyoshi warrior. And they did good things. 

“It’s Suki,” the girl whispered back.

---

Y/N knew she was going to have to face the wrath of Azula one day. It was constantly on her mind. Azula would find out somehow, she always did. For now, all Y/N had to do was keep her mouth shut, a smile on her lips and her guilt for what she did, hidden deep within her chest. It was easy, she’d already been doing that. 

Y/N didn’t think of anymore ‘ifs’ after that. If she would betray Azula, if she could leave Azula, if she would hurt Azula. Everything became a when. And that was the scariest part, because Y/N didn’t push that thought away like she had all the others. She accepted it, she took it and held it close.

---

A/N: I sat a stared at this part until my eyes watered. What is Y/N going to do now? There’s just, so much conflict in Y/N heart. I treasure her so much, and all I want to do it treat her emotions as real as all of ours. She loves Azula, there is no doubt and it’s heartbreaking to finally peel back the layers of affection and friendship to see the rotten person inside. 

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[ksyescribe]

The Boys™ Speaking A Foreign Language (HQ Edition)

Featuring: Oikawa, Osamu, & Ushijima

Warnings: Some slight manga spoilers!

A/N: This headcanon is centered around these bbs speaking Spanish but I think they can really be applied to any language! I hope you guys enjoy! Also thank you @cttnclouds​ for the Osamu fusion idea you’re literally an angel and i love you.

Oikawa Tōru

Why he learned: 

He moved to Argentina. It’s either learn or get really got at using hand signals.

Learning Process: 

Honestly? Probably tried the whole DuoLingo thing the first few weeks after he got the okay to move to Argentina. But after a while he burnt out.

He probably got up to like the introductory phrases and then fell off. Probably because he had to deal with all the logistical stuff that comes with moving.

(Someone help him cause he literally thought moving would be an easy one two three job :’) Iwa-chan help!)

The next time he remembers that he’s literally going to a new country with a new language is like a month before he moves.

He’s shopping with Iwaizumi for some new clothes and stuff when Iwaizumi just goes “So how’s your Spanish coming along?

freeze frame, his face looks like this: (∩╹□╹∩)

Anyways he really like stress buys like three different Japanese books that he then FORGETS ABOUT for the rest of the month.

He reads them on the flight to Argentina. The only things he learned were how to ask for the time and directions. 

Oh boy, Argentina’s going to be fun :’)

When he uses Spanish in front of you for the first time:

Right so, the first time you see him use his sorry excuse for Spanish is at the little corner coffee shop down the street

Of course everyone’s like eyeing him cause, why is a foreigner here in the hidden gem of the city? But also he’s kinda cute what?

Anyways, you’re minding your own business until you hear the heavily accented Spanish.

And pues, we’re all little chismosos so of course you pay attention to what he’s trying to do (order a coffee but he literally cant remember what the word for sugar is dear god someone help this man)

After cringing you step up with the translator app on your phone open and obviously help him out. 

He’s a little impressed because: 1. Your Spanish is so smooth and flowy it sounds like you’re reciting poetry and 2. Why didn’t he think of the translator app tf??

So you get his order shoot it back to Sandra over the counter in fast Spanish and then order your own stuff before moving off to the side to wait for your coffee.

Oikawa might be an idiot right but he’s not going to pass up the opportunity to ask you to teach him Spanish?? 

I mean you’re cute, you’re obviously a local from the way you were greeting everyone inside the shop, and well, you’re the only person who’s tried to help him out so far and that means a lot to him.

For some odd reason you actually agree? You still don’t know what caused you to say yes. Probably the pitiful look he had when he told you he had to move cause of work and he knew nobody else here.

How you help him with learning/bettering his Spanish:

Honestly, he bitched a lot at the beginning but forcing him to only communicate in Spanish really helped him out. 

So taking him on town trips and having him tell you about what he’s seen or what he wants to do in Spanish really helped him. Also having your friends come with is really fun cause he tries to teach them some Japanese words while they translate that into Spanish.

Also being immersed in the language is a big plus.

But I think the #1 thing that really helped him was watching novelas with you. 

Like he wants to understand what Gabriela is yelling to Sofia about in real time not through the subtitles. (But damn Gabriela really slept with Sofia’s fiance? Wack, that man is not worth it hun)

You know his Spanish’s getting better when you walk into a completely new bread shop that the two of you are visiting and he just goes ahead and orders in fluent Spanish.

Leaves both you and the attendant in shock. But he just comes back and asks you in Spanish too, “Lo hice bien? No me trave verdad?”

The woman literally swoons from the whole encounter. He is now a danger to any woman within five miles of the vicinity. Gets all cocky about it.

Favorite Spanish Word: Alborotar - Disturb? That’s what google says but it’s more like mess up.

Miya Osamu

Why he learned:

Honestly? This Mexican-Japanese fusion place opened up and he just wants to talk to the chef about where he gets his ingredients from because this shit tastes amazing!!

Learning Process:

Went home the first night after eating at that restaurant and bought a year subscription for Rosetta Stone. 

He’s kind of regretting it because like, maybe he should’ve gone with the monthly plan? Fuck he shouldn’t have gotten ahead of himself.

He tries to do an hour of the program a day minimum. There’s some days where the hour like drags on and other days where he’s so pumped that he does more than one hour.

His max was one day where it snowed so hard that nobody could go out so he spent like 10 hours doing Rosetta Stone.

He tried going to like one of the Brazilian stores around his house to try out his Spanish with them but was sorely disappointed to learn that Brazilians do not speak Spanish.

Still got some bomb ass brigadeiros though so who’s the real winner here huh? 

Actually put up a craigslist ad for a Spanish partner. 

It’s up for a whopping 5 minutes before he promptly deleted the ad. 

Instead!! This man signs up for one of those international pen pal services and gets matched with someone fluent in Spanish (it’s you hello).

And it turns out said person is coming to Japan soon for a year abroad?? And they have a basic Japanese foundation?

Yeah dude he lucked out.

Out of all three boys, his alone learning goes pretty well. Gets a good foundation of Spanish.

When he uses Spanish in front of you for the first time:

This one’s so cute!! He actually does it sort of by accident?

He’s made friends with everyone at the fusion restaurant including the chef because he actually managed to hold a decent conversation in Spanish.

His brain just automatically switches to Spanish when he enters the restaurant.

So when you hear him bust out into a full fluent Spanish conversation with the waiter you kind of sit there like: (・о・)

This man even orders and asks you if you want to split a bottle of wine in Spanish.

You could only nod because holy shit. 

Like yes you’ve heard him speak it over the discord calls before but in person?? That’s a whole nother story.

Specially because his pronunciation is so good?? And he has the right accent? It’s so smooth like it just flows naturally from him.

And he can actually roll the r’s god damn sir

How you help him with learning/bettering his Spanish:

So he has a pretty good grasp on the language which means he doesn’t need much help with learning.

But you can help expand his knowledge. Like teaching him about how in some countries/dialects things might be said differently. (Like how there’s 17 ways to say straw. Hondurans say pajilla and that’s all I knew for a bunch of years)

He’ll also need help with learning about a lot of food names. He only knows the basic names, not any special fruits or like combination dishes so that’ll be fun. 

You actually start cooking new latin recipes every Saturday so he can familiarize himself with the cuisine.

Some ingredients are hard to come by but the adventure in finding them is so worth it.

His favorite recipe so far? Making Pollo con Tajadas from Honduras. The Bandeja Paisa from Colombia is a close second.

Favorite Spanish Word: Popote: Straw (in Mexico)

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Why he learned:

His last current concern is literally “he would like to work harder at studying languages”. 

Fair, makes sense. 

But instead of going with a familiar language he just says fuck it time to learn the latin alphabet with Spanish. 

yeah okay why not

Learning Process:

Ushijima is more of a visual learner. 

Which in it’s own makes sense. He’ll probably get a book that has like those floating numbers over items and it tells him what it’s called in Spanish right?

Wrong.

You know what he does?

This man. This 24 year old man. Goes home, opens up Netflix, and puts on... wait for it... DORA.

I kid you not!! Ushijima Wakatoshi will always begin learning a new language by watching children’s shows.

You know why? 

Because he read an article a while back where it said that the best way to start learning languages is by watching children’s shows due to the fact that the shows are literally tailored to teach kids the language.

See what he did there? Y’all thought he was a big dumb dumb but in reality he’s a big smart smart.

Uh, anyways.

He will sit down to watch the children’s shows with a notebook. He takes very good notes, has a Japanese translation for everything.

His show watch list: Dora la Exploradora, Plaza Sesamo, Maya Y Miguel, Go Diego Go, and Handy Manny.

The crazy thing? It actually works. He literally gets his Spanish base from these shows. 

Crazier thing? HE LITERALLY PICKS UP THE CORRECT ACCENTS.

I kid you not bro, he literally somehow managed to sound like a FLUENT speaker. I-

But from there he picks up some more books and audio files to try and increase the complexity of his knowledge.

He’s the best speaker out of the three.

When he uses Spanish in front of you for the first time:

Honestly? He’s been looking for a Spanish partner for a while and he genuinely doesn’t know how to go about it. 

One day though, he overhears you on the phone with your mom. 

He’s seen you before. You’re one of the girls working under the main manager and you’re actually really helpful. If he remembers correctly, you’re the only co-manager that can wrap the compression sleeves just how he likes them.

Anyways, not uh, important.

He’s not one to eavesdrop but, well you’re in the equipment room and he needs to grab one thing. Just a quick in and out. He’ll even turn off his ears.

But then you start speaking like fluent Spanish? And suddenly his ears are very active. 

He doesn’t harass you while you’re on your call. Instead he waits until after practice.

Then he just comes up to you and goes, “Perdóname por molestarte pero, estabas platicándo en Español anterior?”

Kind just sat there like: ◉‿◉ - (￣ー￣) - ⚈ ̫ ⚈

You can’t even speak, you’re still processing that he just spoke Spanish like a natural??? So you just nod.

He launches into a whole talk about how he’s been learning but he needs a speaking partner so that he can get better.

At some point during his whole speech you sit down because your brain IS NOT CATCHING UP.

In the end you agree to become his partner. He’s paying you in food how the hell can you say no?

How you help him with learning/bettering his Spanish:

Like I said before, he’s already good.

You mostly help broaden his knowledge about the culture from Spanish countries and their cultures. A lot of it is through food and the small glimpses of hispanic life from Japan. 

Can’t really teach the customs and traditional stuff unless it’s in person.

You’re actually getting ready to go back home for your once a year family reunion when suddenly this man invites himself to your trip?????

I mean, it’s not a bad idea in the first place but then he offered to pay for your trip and well...

You’re kind of broke and he’s rich so it works alright?

God but going back home? Ultra boosts his spanish.

Not sure if it’s the atmosphere, your family, or just the fact that the country is now in a whole nother language, but this man just adapts. 

It’s really uncanny. 

While he’s here, your family teaches him a lot of Spanish idioms and phrases that don’t translate over well and he starts incorporating them into his every day usage.

Someone on the team got hurt and he literally walked over and rubbed their wrist and went “ Sana, sana, colita de rana. Si no sanas hoy, sanarás mañana.”

When you leave his apartment? “Te veo Mateo”

But he also gets to see how unique and beautiful the culture in your country is. 

His favorite part of the trip? Probably your family’s land that’s just surrounded by nature.

He also really liked the traditional shops that the old ladies from the village ran. (They also liked him and pinched his cheeks and called him a big strong boy so maybe that has something to do with it.)

His favorite Spanish word: Topogigio (to-po-i-yo): In Honduras, frozen ice cream (? not really but don’t know how else to describe) that is typically sold in a small bag. Flavors: Fruit juice or traditional ice cream flavors. 

[ladyanput]

Seeing Green Ch.12

The days leading up to the gala, Marinette shut herself up in her room, making the excuses of her wanting to put the finishing touches on her dress. But that was a lie, everyone could see it by the haunted look in her eyes, but what could they do? Every time they tried, she’d merely give them a bright smile and usher them away with reassuring words, and she’d shut the door right in their face.

But Damian wasn’t about to give up just yet. He opened the door and stepped into the room, holding a tray carrying a delicate tea set. He stared at Marinette, who had knelt beside a mannequin sporting a stunning pink gown, not turning towards the sound of the door opening or the footsteps approaching her.

“I thought you’d like to have a break and have some tea with me.” Damian smiled down at her, the girl who had stolen his heart, not that he’d tell her just yet. No, not after what she’s been through, she didn’t need another man declaring his love when she clearly wasn’t ready for it. But when he saw her smile, he felt his heart flutter and he found himself grinning back. “Your favourite too.”

“Thank you, Damian, I think I could use the tea.” Marinette beamed and got to her feet, the two of them heading to the small table by the large windows, both quick to settle in their chairs with a cup of steaming tea.

“You’ve really been shut in your room, Angel, for two days straight. That can’t be healthy.” He commented as he watched her add a fair bit of sugar to her tea before taking a long, greedy gulp. He smiled at the sight and let out a soft chuckle. “I can’t have you starving in there, afterall.”

“The Justice League was nice. I’m glad that they’re going to try and send people in to help us find Hawkmoth.” Marinette averted her gaze as she added even more sugar to her tea, her hands trembled ever so slightly as she did. “I mean, I’ve been after him for years, but I’m sure with experts on the case that we’ll find him in no time.”

“Angel-”

“I hope Lila won’t cause a scene tonight, it was really nice of your father to still let my class attend.”

“Angel, what-”

“Oh, have I shown you Evangeline’s dress? I kinda decided to add some features to make it more Red Hood inspired. It didn’t take long to do, since I had the dress done.”

“Marinette, please!” 

At Damian’s shout, Marinette’s mouth snapped shut and she lowered her gaze. Damian winced, feeling like the biggest asshole on earth.

“Marinette, something is bothering you.” He reached out and took her free hand, giving it a tender squeeze. He set down his cup and knelt before her, taking her hand in both of hers. “Angel, you can tell me.”

“Damian, I’m a failure.” Marinette’s voice was soft, shaky. She bowed her head, her face quickly being hidden by her veil of pitch black hair and her shoulders shook. “I don’t deserve to be the Guardian, I’m failing the world, I’m failing the Kwami, I’m just a failure.”

“Wait, where did this come from?”

“I couldn’t save him! I let my partner down, I let him get corrupted, I let him become like that and I did nothing to stop it! No he’s in jail and his life is ruined and I did nothing to stop it!”

Damian watched as Marinette put her head in her hands and began to let out loud, heart wrenching sobs. She had just screwed up everything; the boy she had loved had become corrupt and she had failed to save him, she had lost many of her friends to a liar and it took many of them three years for them to see the truth. And she was supposed to be Ladybug, the savior of Paris, yet for three years and she was still no closer to defeating Hawkmoth, no, she had to go as far as to burden other heroes to help her. And now with Fu gone, she was the Guardian of the Miraculous, she had to take care of the Kwami, make sure they were safe, make sure that she gave the Miraculous out to the right people. But she had certainly failed at that, with Alya, with Nino, and with Chloé. 

The stresses that had been piling on since she was fourteen finally felt as if they were crushing her and the dam broke. Damian held her close as she fell apart, soon being reduced to a whimpering, sobbing mess.

"Why couldn't I keep Alya with me? I couldn't protect Master Fu, I just kept screwing up and hurting my friends, I was such a stalker to Adrien, I just-" Whatever else she was going to say got lost in her sobs.

Damian wanted to say something. To go about assuring her and making sure she knew she was well loved, that she had done nothing wrong.

He let her cry, but kept silent. He wasn't the person to say those things to her; he had only known her for less than a week. 

Yet less than a week goes by and he is already in love with her.

…

Damian came downstairs a few hours later, seeing his family and Marinette's teammates seated around the living room, looking rather grim.

"She's fine. She's resting now." Damian spoke up, drawing all attention to him. He had no doubt they had all been talking about Marinette just moments ago. "She… She had herself a good long cry."

“I’m not surprised, with what Dupain-Cheng has had to put up with since we were still in middle school.” Chloé muttered darkly, snuggled in between her girlfriend and boyfriend, the three of them firmly gripping hands. Their Kwami were seated on the table, talking amongst themselves as they had done since after the talk with the League. Chloé gave a look to Kagami, then booped her lightly on the nose. "I told you this was gonna happen sooner than later."

"But Marinette is so strong, she certainly wouldn't crumble so suddenly." Kagami frowned as Damian took a seat as well, holding her girlfriend closer now. 

"Perhaps Chat Noir's betrayal was the straw that broke the camel's back." Luka suggested as he lazily ran his fingers through Kagami's short hair, making her smile, though it was a bit strained.

"Surely things weren't that bad. I mean, you guys had to deal with only one villain." Dick spoke up, and all the Parisian heroes stared at him.

Very poor choice of words, Dick.

"Excuse me, you've only known Marinette for what, five days or so? And miss 'I instantly got protective of Marinette as soon as I met her'" Chloé pointed toward Eva. "Has only known her for about six months, as creepy as that sounds. No offense."

"None taken." Eva held up a hand, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"But I've known her longer than anyone here. Before we were fourteen, she was a spineless little doormat. When we first met, she was this little goody two shoes who had a lot of friends. But once I started targeting her, because I was really jealous of her, I targeted her friends. Nino, Kim, all of her friends distanced themselves from her because they did not want to be bullied. So she was my personal punching bag until we got to middle school. She met Alya, she became Ladybug and she grew that much needed backbone. But she was still a doormat.

"She'd make cakes for everyone's birthday every year. She'd bring in treats just to be nice, she planned parties, she made decorations, she could make her friends dresses and other pieces of clothing for free. And Lila came and turned everyone against her again. Another bully and everyone's loyalty was as flimsy as tissue paper. She was a shiny new toy who promised tales of grand adventure and connections to powerful people. Surely you Waynes understand how a lot of people just want to be your friend just for your money and power."

The Waynes all exchanged glances. They certainly did know that feeling, and from what they saw of Miss Bustier's class, a lot of them seemed happy with the shiny, promising Lila until they suddenly learned the truth.

"Yeah, so Marinette stayed a doormat to everyone in the class. Even to this day, she organised this big, massive trip to Gotham for them and they haven't thanked her once, from what I can guess.

"When my Daddy was arrested last year and my Mother left us to get away from the scandal, Marinette didn't let the past stop her from helping me. She didn't hold a grudge. When I was kicked out of The Grand Paris, lost my money and my power, the class ganged up on me. Revenge for the years of hell I put them through, though I deserved every second of it…"

"No, you didn't. No one deserves to be doused in paint. No one deserves to have her entire wardrobe cut up, when she doesn't have money to buy any more." Luka cut in, hugging Chloé tight as he kissed her temple. Chloé wiped away a year and sniffled.

"A-anyway, Marinette and her family took me in. I hated her, I never stood up for her, I did nothing. I didn't care about her, I never did anything nice for her, yet here she was, offering me a place to stay when no one else would. I was a brat, but she and her family helped me to become better." 

Chloé was quiet for a few minutes after her rant, wiping away more tears that came.

"What I'm trying to say is a lot of stuff has built up. A lot of responsibility on her shoulders. She was fourteen when she and Adrien became heroes. Still kids, we still are kids. She's not even twenty and she's the Guardian of the Miraculous." Chloé shook her head, meeting Dick's gaze. "So next time you decide to say shit like that, think twice."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." Dick swallowed the lump in his throat and he looked down. "I shouldn't have said that."

"She needs a night of fun." Eva spoke up, drawing attention to herself, though she looked rather sullen. "She just needs a night where she can be the fairytale princess, alright? A lot of us have already let her down, myself included with that meltdown I had and my powers kinda going out of wack."

"Were you the reason people were reporting in a small area was being affected by Scarecrow's fear toxin?" Cass sat up sharply, eyes narrowed. 

"Yeah, sorry. I've gotten myself under control now, I promise. Anyway, do you think we can give her the best night of her life at the gala?"

"I don't see a problem with that." Bruce spoke up, giving his own smile as he watched everyone. "I mean, after everything that’s happened, I think one drama free night could be good for everyone.”

“There’s still an issue. We need a new Black Cat.” Tikki spoke up, flying up from the table and giving everyone there a stern look. “The Ladybug is active, she needs the Black Cat to maintain the balance. If not, there could be dire consequences.” 

“But who the heck could take the ring?” Luka sat up, frowning as he sat the Kwami on the table exchanging looks. “You’ve all said yourselves that it is a lot of power to handle. The power of destruction isn’t an easy one to control.” 

“I want him to take it.” Plagg pointed, drawing all eyes to where he was pointing; Damian Wayne. “I can see your soul, kid, I see you have more destruction and death in your life than most. I see you love and care for Tikki’s chosen better than Adrien ever could, so I choose you to be my Chosen.”

“What? Wait, no, shouldn’t we wait for Marinette’s say on this?” Damian frowned and crossed his arms as he glared down at the small cat Kwami. “I mean, she is the Guardian, isn’t she? And the Black Cat is supposed to be her partner, so she should certainly get a say in this. We can’t just go making decisions behind her back.”

He didn’t miss the wide grin on Plagg’s face.

“You, kid, are definitely a good choice. I like you already. Now, do you guys have any carembert around here?”

…

Marinette bit her lower lip as Chloé pinned up her hair, leaving a few stray curls to frame her pretty face.

“Thank you for doing my hair, Chloé. I’d be lost without you.” Mari whispered softly, blushing brilliantly as she stared at herself in the mirror. She felt so… Pretty. Almost like a princess. Her dark hair was pinned back and up, showing off her delicate face and neck, which would complement the pale pink dress she had made herself for this gala. It was a lovely dress, a strapless evening gown that hugged her body until the hips, then flowed out with the beautiful fabric. It was her finest work yet. “I was afraid I’d burn my hair with a curling iron or something.”

“Oh puh-lease, I would kill you if you tried to use a curling iron again, especially with what happened last time.” Chloé snorted and turned Marinette around, beginning with her friend’s make-up. She carefully coloured the lips pink, and got to work with the rest of the make-up. “You should be grateful I decided to stay in Gotham after our talk with the League, I could be at home with Luka and Kagami watching our favourite movie.”

“So sorry to inconvenience you, your highness.” Marinette playfully mocked, before the two burst into soft fits of giggles. She turned and hugged Chloé tightly, the two staying like that for a few minutes. "I wish you were coming tonight, it would be nice to have friends there."

"Well, I don't really want to run into Bustier and the others." Chloé made a face as she pulled back, then gently shrugged as she smiled. "Besides, you have Miss Evangeline, though she'll probably be glued to her hunk all evening. Is there something about Gotham that lets you guys find love?"

"It's not love. Just a fun fling while we're in Gotham." Evangeline stepped into the room and Marinette hummed in appreciation at the sight of her. 

The black halter style evening gown hugged the older woman's rather large curves, the keyhole on the neckline having been altered to be more bat shaped by a cheeky Marinette. And when the young designer included a short dark brown jacket and red pumps, Eva had looked ready to smack Marinette upside the head when she commented on how now Eva could go to the gala as a fancy Red Hood, since she was so smitten with him. 

"My work at its finest." Marinette stood and made her way over to her own dress, Chloé quickly helping her put it on. She felt a bit nervous how she had made her own neckline a bit daring, but she had quickly convinced herself that she wasn't a little girl anymore. She was almost an adult, she had no time for pigtails and childish things.

Adrien's face flashed in her mind and it took everything in Marinette not to flinch. Instead she slid on her pale pink kitty heels and brushed her hands to smooth the slim skirt with an overlay of pale pink sheer fabric, decorated with dark pink flowers.

"Do you think Damian will like it?" Marinette gave a small twirl, instantly seeking to distract herself. "I mean, it's really… Pink."

"The guy is obviously smitten, he'd be an idiot to not have his jaw on the floor when he sees you." Chloé rolled her eyes once again, crossing her arms. "Or is yours just a fling too?"

"Oh, um…" Marinette felt herself blush as she grabbed her pale pink wrap shawl, toying with it gently. "Well, it's not a fling. It's not love, but I think it's going to be. I just don't want to rush into things again."

"You haven't. Don't worry, sugar cookie." Eva went and hugged Marinette tightly, holding her close. "But let's not worry about that. For now, let's worry about having a fun night tonight, rubbing elbows with the upper crust of Gotham." 

With a smile, Chloé took them both by the arm and guided them downstairs to the main hall of the mansion, where their dates were waiting.

When Damian looked up and saw Marinette, he felt the breath leave his lungs. She was stunning, not surprising to him, but she seemed to glow, almost. She really was an angel…

"You certainly clean up good." Marinette smiled as she tucked her hand into his offered arm, then blushed when her mother began taking pictures. "Do you think I can do this? I don't want to embarrass anyone."

"You'll do just fine." Damian kissed her temple softly as he guided her out to the limo, his family and their dates following close behind.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight, Marinette. I am sure you will be the belle of the ball." Kor'i piped up happily once the limo got moving, snuggled into Dick's side. 

"I think that honour might go to Selena." Marinette put in quickly, no sure if her face could get any redder from embarrassment. "I mean, you look gorgeous."

Selena let out a laugh and the women in the vehicle began to praise each other on their outfits, all the while Marinette stared out the window, feeling a sense of uneasiness in her stomach.

…

"Wow…" Marinette whispered in awe as soon as they stepped into the main ballroom. It was certainly a scene of splendor and high society, all obviously ignoring the day to day lives they live in Gotham. A place where you can forget the murderous villains looming outside your door.

"Mari, look at you! You look awesome!" Nino parted from the crowd, looking so odd in a trim dark suit, with no ball cap in sight. Marinette had to admit, he made quite the handsome looking gentleman. "Far out, dudette."

"You look rather handsome, Nino. You almost look like a man of high society. Your slang gives you away though.” Mari smiled, though it was a bit tight at the corners. She then blinked in surprise when Nino held out a hand. 

“Can we dance?” Nino motioned his head over to the dance floor, where many couples already were. “I want to talk to you.”

“Of course, Nino..”

Marinette was guided to the dancefloor, not seeing the frowning faces of Eva and Damian. They could easily see the girl’s key trait in action; she forgave far too easily and quickly.

“What did you want to talk about?” Marinette gazed up at her friend as the two of them began to dance, though it was a bit more awkward than most due to their lack of experience. 

“I know I apologized already for Alya and everything… But I don’t think I properly apologized for myself. I deserted you, Mari, a girl who’s like a sister to me. I left you hanging and I never once looked back and that was wrong of me.”

“Listen, Nino, it’s okay, I forgi-” Marinette began, but was quickly cut off by Nino giving a firm shake of his head.

“No, I don’t deserve that. I haven’t done anything to redeem myself yet. I’m not following the herd anymore. From now on I’m gonna stick by your side.” Nino grinned down at her, then gave her a playful wink. “Should be easier since I broke up with Alya.”

“I beg your pardon, you did what?!”

…

Lila scowled as she glanced around the ballroom, her grip tightening on her flute of champagne. None of the cute rich guys were even looking her way and she was dressed to the nines. The tight bronze dress she wore hugged her body tightly, the neckline plunging low, almost to her navel, leaving her non existent cleavage on full display. She even had her signature hairstyle in that perfectly framed her pretty face.

It was all Marinette’s fault, Lila knew that for a fact. If that stupid bitch had stayed at the hotel the first day, then Lila would have had all attention on her and would have won the heart of Damian Wayne as soon as he had seen her. Marinette and now that creep Eva always ruined everything for Lila, but it was easy to turn the class against them. Even Mis Bustier, who could see through Lila’s lies, scolded the two on causing conflict.

She should be out amongst the rich and fabulous, being basked in glory and praise, but from her vantage point, she could see Marinette enter the room on the youngest Wayne’s arm and all attention being drawn to the young Parisian girl. Lila wanted to go over there and rip the girl’s tacky dress to shreds, because now Lila was stuck just standing with her class, who had no idea how to behave at a formal event. Everyone avoided them like the plague, and Alya having her phone out and trying to get interviews certainly wasn’t helping matters!

“Alya, put that away! You’re only embarrassing yourself!” Lila snapped, taking a long drink of her champagne as Alya once again stepped up to a famous person and sought out an interview. “”Besides, no one here will give you an interview thanks to Marinette. I heard she made the Waynes tell everyone to keep away from you because you are a tabloid journalist or something.”

“She did what?!” Alya spun around sharply, her mouth agape. “How could she do that?! I mean, first she stole Damian from you, she got Adrien locked up, and now this?!”

“I know, isn’t she horrible?” Lila teared up and wiped away her tears, her entourage instantly rushing to her side to try and soothe her. The rest of the class simply rolled their eyes and continued to enjoy themselves. This was a fancy party, afterall, and Miss Bustier was off flirting with some rich guy to even keep an eye on them.

Lila watched from the corner of her eye as Evangeline danced with one of the Waynes, Jason if she remembered correctly. They seemed enraptured with each other, bodies pressed tightly together as they slow danced and whispered into the other’s ear. It made Lila want to vomit. But then she watched as Jason excused himself and left the room. Nino excused himself from Marinette and left as well, probably to head to the bathroom. But green eyes narrowed as she watched Eva leave through the same door a few minutes later, a slowly grin spreading across Lila’s face.

Perhaps this evening wouldn’t be such a waste afterall. Even since Alya’s pathetic show of being dumped, she was even more easy to manipulate. So when Lila showed Alya a picture of Eva and Nino talking in the dining hall, Lila having made sure the angle and posture looked intimate, and she had tearfully told Alya that Eva was probably the reason Nino had dumped her.

It was never hard to get Alya worked up.

Around a few minutes later, when Jason entered the room,  disheveled, Eva close behind, Lila tapped Alya's shoulder and motioned over to Eva just as Nino exited the hallway after her.

"Look at her. Are those hickies on her neck?" Lila hissed in an infuriated tone, but smiled when she felt Alya's body tense under hers. "I mean, I know she's a creep, but to fuck him here of all places? She really does deserve to rot in a cell."

…

Marinette beamed as Damian dipped her backwards, feeling almost breathless from all of the dancing she had been doing with him. It was almost two hours into this thing and her feet were beginning to work.

"Can we get something to drink?" Marinette whispered into Damian's ear once he helped her straighten, then leaned into him as they made their way over to the refreshments table, where Eva and Jason were conversing with Selena and Bruce.

"You two kittens seem to be having fun." Selena smiled as she handed both of them a glass of champagne. "Marinette, everyone's been asking about your dress, they're trying to figure out who the designer is."

"It's an MDC original." Marinette smiled as she went to take a sip, but was stopped by Damian, who sent a glare to Selena.

"She's only eighteen, she can't drink alcohol. She's underaged." He said in such a stern tone, it took everything in Marinette not to snort. He sounded so adult for someone who was nineteen.

"Damian, how could you, seducing someone who's still a child, barely out of high school?" Selena gave a dramatic gasp as she pressed a hand to her chest, as if she were about to faint. "How could you? Why, I'm sure Satan himself would be ashamed."

"Enough out of you!" Damian felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment at Selena's theatrics. Though he did give Marinette a side glance as he watched her set down her flute of champagne and got herself one full of juice. Though she seemed unbothered by the whole conversation.

"Now, let's not get rowdy. Sugar cookie here has drunk alcohol before, the legal drinking age in France is eighteen afterall." Eva put in, wrapping a supportive arm around Marinette's shoulders. "As long as no one gets drunk and sloppy, we should be fine."

"Thank you, Eva, for helping Nino." Marinette murmured into the TA's ear, causing a look of surprise to cross the young woman's face. "Miss Bustier isn't the best person to go to for advice. She would have told him to try and fix things and stick with her."

"Where is that blundering idiot anyway?" Eva muttered as she saw the French class, but no Bustier in sight. She groaned and massaged her temples as she realized the idiot had left a group of rambunctious teenagers unsupervised. This would not go well.

"I might have to duck away for a bit. If those kids get drunk, this party might get rowdy." Eva patted Jason's arm gently, then broke away from the Waynes, beginning to head towards the class. But being splashed in the face with champagne stopped her in her tracks.

"Alya!" Marinette snapped as she instantly rushed to Eva's side, the entire room having gone silent. Eva stood there, dumbstruy, her make up running thanks to the champagne, while Alya sneered at the older woman.

"That's what ya get, you bitdch... Did you honestly fink you could get away wif it?" Alya's words were slurred, her cheeks rosy as she clumsily set her hands on her hips. "I have the proofs."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Eva hissed, her face flushed red from embarrassment as Marinette grabbed some napkins a waiter brought and began dabbing up the alcohol. Alya sneered and pointed a shaky finger at Eva, stumbling on her feet as she tried to take a threatening step forward.

"Lila shaw you two. Apparently you snuck.out the other day, to fuck. The day before Marinette trickeded Adrien, you were gone all afternoon." Alya slurred, then reached out, slapping the woman across the face before Marinette could stop her. "I know you were a fucking pedophile. Lila was right, you are a creep. Why else are you so close with Marinette? I bet you fuck her too."

Bruce motioned towards the nearby security guards, but Eva merely held up a hand, her purple eyes glaring deep into Alya's.

"I became her friend because I knew she needed one. Because I knew your loyalty was so fickle that you turned your back on her years ago. She barely knew me, but the first thing she did for me was make me a scarf with my favourite flowers on it because I was homesick. I was stuck with a class that took a liar's words at face value because she offered them pretty stories and fake opportunities. Marinette didn't make things easy for you, playing along with everything, so you decided to drop her. Yes, I'm her TA, but I am also her friend. A better friend than you, Ladybug certainly agrees."

"You shut your whore face, you don't even know Ladybug! Lila says she hated your guts!" Alya made another move for her, but Jason firmly gripped Alya's wrist, stopping the girl in her tracks. "Let me go, you creep! She's cheating on you with a high schooler!"

"Funny, the time you gave that scenario to her, Miss Rossi." Jason's hard eyes flickered to the girl in question, his look so deadly that it made her shiver. "Because it is impossible. You see, she was with me the entire time, tied to her hotel bed and calling me Daddy." 

 Marinette let out an embarrassment squeak while Eva turned crimson and softly cursed Jason's entire existence.

Lila scowled and strode right up to Jason, tears soon flooding her eyes as she began her theatrics.

"Did Marinette get to you too? Oh no, how many times has she spread her legs to ruin my life? First she steals Damian away from me, now she turns all of you into her personal attack dogs? And here I thought Eva was the whore!"

"Caline!" Eva turned and snapped at the woman across the room, who looked flabbergasted. "For gods' sake, get your class under control and stop humping Dick's leg. He's married, you twit!"

Caline went crimson and hurried over, setting a hand on Alya's and Lila's shoulders, trying to pull the girls away, but Alya shoved her teacher away and got right in Marinette's face.

"I've had enough of you! You ruin everything, Marinette! I tried, but you lost everything for a reason! You failed with Adrien because you are pathetic and spineless, so you decide to get him arrested. Lila was in a happy relationship with Damian, but you were jealous she won us this trip so you decided to steal him and take ownership of this entire thing! You're a pathetic leech, and an enabler. I bet you watched as your whore fucked Nino, I bet!"

"That's enough Alya!" Nino stormed forward, and more shouting began. 

There was such chaos; angry words being thrown around, hands reaching out to scratch and claw, security rushing in to assist. 

No one even noticed the little black butterfly that flew over their heads.

Marinette watched as security began to drag the drunken Alya away, while Miss Bustier tried to convince them to let her go, that it was all some misunderstanding. Lila began wailing, trying to put as much attention as she could on herself. Even Nino was shouting, but it was all lost in the noise. Marinette rushed to Damian's side and tightly gripped his band, until a shriek pierced the air.

"Jason!"

Everyone looked over, and every French person in the room let out a scream of terror.

For framing Jason's handsome face was the outline of a purple butterfly. Marinette instantly rushed over, kneeling next to Eva, who was screaming for Jason to fight it, to break whatever had been akumatized, anything!

And they both watched helplessly as Jason was engulfed in purple.

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[hajimewhore]

Falling ⛈️ (Matsukawa Issei/Reader)

on [Ao3]

➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 7k+words    ➷Part 1 of the Haikyuu Song Fic Collection    ➷Angst, depression, fluff, humor, Makki is bestest friend   ➷When you met Matsukawa for the first time, you were immediately drawn to him. He’s tall, handsome, has a mysterious air to him. The more you got to know him, the more you saw firsthand how caring, loving, and passionate he could be.

After getting to know him longer, you also began to see how self-deprecating and hard on himself he could be.

[Masterlist] [part 2]

A/N: This is the first part of a two part Matsukawa/Reader piece! It’s also my second fic here, and the first entry to the song fic collection I’ll be doing. Per the title, it’s based on Harry Styles, Falling, ENJOY! ♡

Hanamaki Takahiro, previously ‘between jobs’, was a classmate of yours that recently started working at the restaurant you served at. It was upon your recommendation, something you might’ve come to regret given how much of a smug bastard he could be. Regardless, you enjoyed his company, and morale was boosted whenever he worked.

Currently, you find yourself taking back that sentiment.

The entirety of your Saturday night shift was spent with Hanamaki hovering around you, attempting to convince you to come out to drink with some of his friends and other coworkers.

And by the time you clocked out to get the hell home, Hanamaki was perched at the break table outside ready to pester you some more.

“Hanamaki, can I at least go home and change first?”

You whine, folding your apron and tucking it under your arm.

“No way, that’s the classic ‘I’m just going home to change but I’m actually going to stay in and “forget” to text you’ move, I’m not buying it.”

He loosens his tie with a knowing look, and you grimace at how easily he caught on to your plan. You make sure to chalk ‘perceptive’ before ‘smug bastard’ in your mental description of Hanamaki.

“Besides, there’s a perfectly fine sweater in your backseat and I know you’ve got an extra set of shoes somewhere in there.”

You trudge to said car, regretting giving him a ride to work the other day. You swing open the door with a little more drama than intended, before tossing your apron carelessly to the passenger side.

“I’ll make it up to you, how about next week?”

“Don’t be like that. It’s the weekend, enjoy it before Monday is here.”

He leans back against his car parked besides yours and you sigh. You just finished exams, so you don’t have any material to study. And you haven’t spent much time with your coworkers outside of work. One or two drinks wouldn’t hurt.

And judging by the way Hanamaki is looking at you expectantly, he already knows you don’t have a shift tomorrow or any plans.

“Fine!”

You huff, taking a seat behind the wheel. Hanamaki tilts his head in your line of view to flash a bright smile,

“Great, see you there!”

Perceptive smug bastard.

Downtown is lively tonight, you note, but luckily you were able to snag a good spot close to the bar. Hanamaki should be grateful you didn’t have to circle around for spaces or park by some seedy alley or lot. You might’ve just ditched him if it came to that.

Then again, you’d never hear the end of it if you did.

When you check your phone, you scowl at the texts in your work group chat.

Kazami- Can’t make it, I got a shift in the morning! Hashira- me either :( Hanamaki- laaaaame Iwasaki- sorry man, next week?

“Those flakes!”

You lock your phone without replying. You can’t exactly blame them, you heavily considered bailing too. Hanamaki just happened to be enough of a persistent, perceptive, smug bastard. You note the addition of ‘persistent’ to the growing list of adjectives that describe Hanamaki.

You trudge along the street, dreading the intense socializing you’re about to go through. Since the aforementioned flakey coworkers won’t be there, Hanamaki is the only person you’re going to know.

He’d mentioned some of his friends from high school were meeting up, and that he hadn’t seen some of them in awhile. If you had one, you’d bet your left nut that Hanamaki was going to forget to talk to you and give them all his attention.

You steel your resolve as you step into the bar, scanning for that obnoxious strawberry blonde. Is he not here yet?

You shoulder past some strangers, stealing a seat at the bar. You might as well grab something if you have to wait on him.

“Baybreeze please,”

You smile at the bartender, who nods and promptly snags the liquor off the glowing shelves. You watch, momentarily mesmerized by the shifting colors illuminating the liquor and sleek countertops.

He places the cocktail onto a beer napkin, and you hand him your card to close the order.

Where the fuck is Hanamaki?

You pull out your phone to check for any texts, sipping at the drink.

Your brows furrow, nothing from him. You shoot him a text asking if he made it yet, and he’s quick to respond that he’s looking for parking.

You scowl, the night hasn’t technically started if he’s not here yet, and the dread you were feeling before doubles.

“Here you are, miss.”

When the bartender hands your card back you note there isn’t any receipt.

He shrugs at the questioning look you give him,

“Guy over there covered it.”

He tilts his head and you follow his eyes to the other end of the counter.

You blink when you catch the gaze of the culprit.

He’s tall with dark hair, his curls are perfectly styled tapering to the right side of his face, dark eyes to match. He’s illuminated by the neon colors adorning the bar, highlighting his sharp jawline. You feel a bit nervous under that sharp gaze, and a little lightheaded at the smile he flashes. Did you mention he was really tall?

You flush when he rounds the bar and makes his way towards you.

“Hey.”

A simple introduction, his voice is deep and it sends a shiver down your spine. He cops the empty seat beside you and you find yourself straightening your posture.

“Hey. You didn’t have to buy my drink, you know.”

You take a sip from the cocktail to busy your hands with something.

“I needed a good icebreaker.”

He shrugs, taking a swig from his own beer.

“I think ‘Hey’ is just fine.”

You tease and he laughs lightly at that, and the sound of it alone makes you blush. Hopefully you can blame it on the alcohol.

“Meeting someone?”

He raises a thick brow, and you can tell he’s testing the waters with you.

“Ah, yeah. My friend is on his way right now.”

Though if Hanamaki is inevitably going to ditch you for his other friends, you might as well see where this road is taking you.

You note the contemplative flash on his face and you feel the intense need to clarify,

“Just a friend. He’s my coworker.”

You don’t miss the way his eyes shine at that, and you can’t help but feel a little excited by the way he’s so interested in you already.

“Noted.”

“So—“

You pause, realizing you don’t even know how to refer to tall, dark, and handsome,

“Sorry, I don’t even know your name,”

You introduce yourself and a grin spreads across his cheeks, laughing again. He places an elbow on the counter and rests his chin against his palm, and you once again note how attractive he looks with the shifting colors of the bar highlighting his features like a silver lining on a cloud.

“No, that’s my fault. I should’ve probably started with that. I’m—“

“MATSUKAWA!”

His eyes widen briefly before lifting his head from his palm to see whoever yelled that at the top of their lungs.

You follow the familiar voice to the best of your ability through the cacophony of voices and music, to see none other than your favorite bastard coworker, Hanamaki.

He quickly makes his way before you, slinging his arm around presumably ‘Matsukawa’. He also makes great work of physically and mentally cutting off the momentum that was building between the two of you.

....don’t get the wrong idea though, you are still very, very, interested in who this guy is exactly.

“Hanamaki!”

You both voice at the same time, and the two of you share an equally confused look.

“I see you’ve already met my friend,”

Hanamaki comments so very astutely, and you’re not quite sure which person he’s referring to. He raises a brow at the fact the two of you are sitting together, mid conversation before he barreled in.

At this current moment you’d like nothing more than to swipe that shameless and knowing look of his face.

“This is Matsukawa Issei. He’s one of the friends I told you was coming tonight.”

Hanamaki continues, he pats his shoulder roughly and Matsukawa slaps him on the back to return the gesture.

“Nice to meet you, Matsukawa.”

You smile, and he glances over with those dark eyes you’d love to get lost in if Hanamaki wasn’t here to ruin your fun.

“Likewise.”

A similar shy smile crosses his lips, and it almost looks out of place on his striking features.

“Did Makki seriously just butt himself into Mattsun trying to pick up a girl?”

A different voice jumps in, and it’s attached to a tall brunette with a handsome face.

“Asshole, don’t talk about people when they’re right there!”

Another guy enters the commotion, and to your astonishment he doesn’t hesitate to wack the guy in his gut.

“Ow, Iwa-chan, you brute! Mattsun deserves it for ditching us like that anyways.”

The brunette brushes back a perfect coif in his hair before nursing the wound in his side.

Matsukawa’s cheeks redden, and you can tell it’s not because of the red light the bar lights transitioned to.

“Mattsun, huh?”

You cover the soft laugh that escapes your lips and his lips turn down. Is he pouting?

“Aww, gang is all here now!”

Hanamaki grins, introducing you to ‘Oikawa Tooru’ and ‘Iwaizumi Hajime’.

You’re sneaking glances at Matsukawa, and you can tell he feels grateful the attention of his friends are off of him now.

The five of you make your way to a booth, letting the guys catch up for a bit. Oikawa just flew in from Argentina, Iwaizumi has a break from school in California. Matsukawa actually attends the same college you and Hanamaki attend, to your surprise. The campus is relatively small, and you’re left wondering how you never spotted the tall, attractive man, even in passing.

Initially, you’d felt like the night was going to be a drag, not wanting to get left out of Hanamaki’s circle of friends.

....but at the time, you didn’t know the handsome guy at the bar that paid for your drink was one of them.

You find yourself easily wrapped up in conversation with them, losing track of time, and practically in stitches laughing through their banter.

You’ll apologize to Hanamaki later for making such a fuss. You make it a mental note after wiping a tear of laughter from the corner of your eye.

“Hanamaki surprisingly gets a lot of numbers written on napkins, actually.”

You recount to Matsukawa, who at some point started a conversation with you that broke away from the group’s antics. The other three are still chattering away across the booth, but they’re paying no mind to your end.

Oikawa shouts something unintelligible at Iwaizumi, causing Hanamaki to practically bust a gut.

Matsukawa slides closer to you, and you’re knees brush against each other. The close proximity allows you to converse with a little more ease over the deafening noises surrounding the bar, but it doesn’t help your rapidly increasing heart rate.

“‘Surprisingly’? What, Hanamaki not your type?”

He tilts his head, and you’re able to catch all the little features of his face you weren’t able to at the distance you had before. Beauty marks, imperfections, childhood scars you’d love to question at a later date, but it all comes together to make the man before you seem that much more appealing.

“Mmm, no. I like someone taller. He’s good looking, but I’m not too into the strawberry blond. I like dark hair.”

Realistically, you’re not that nit picky about what features you like in a guy, but you couldn’t resist the opportunity. And the way Matsukawa lights up just fraction, with that self assured expression, makes you bite back a blushing laugh.

“I’m not that much taller than him, you know.”

He responds with confidence, and you narrow your eyes ready to tease him.

“What makes you think I was talking about you?”

You reach over to poke his chest, no longer able to resist touching him. Your hands had been fidgeting at your sides, toying with your sweater sleeves and brushing your hair the entire night. The touch wasn’t even anything special, a fingertip to the fabric of his loose tee wasn’t anything to brag to your friends about, but it sent a wave of excitement through you nonetheless.

“My bad, how presumptuous of me. Forgive me for being so rude.”

He laughs at the set up that played out perfectly for you, resting a hand to your shoulder in his exaggerated apology.

His gesture definitely covered a bigger surface area than yours had, and the contact a little less brief. For some reason, you feel a spike of competitiveness surge in you.

You rest your palm on his knee, using it as leverage to shift closer to him on the booth.

His gaze flicks to your hand briefly, to your thighs that gently press next to his, and he deftly accommodates your intrusion of his space by resting his arm around the back of the seat.

“I’ll forgive you if you tell me what type of girl you’re into. It’s only fair, you know!”

You flash your most innocent smile, eyes catching his when they shift back to you.

“My type hm? Well currently, I think I’m—“

“Mattsuuuun,”

Oikawa takes that exact opportunity to sling his arm around Matsukawa, and his brow ticks at the second interrupted moment of the night.

“Oikawaaaa,”

He mockingly whines back, peeling his friend’s arm off his shoulder. You momentarily feel disappointed for the loss of attention from Matsukawa, but soon find yourself laughing at the display before you.

“Mattsun, ‘m so drunk. Can we please head back? Before I throw up? I might just throw up if we don’t. And it’s gonna be all over your lap. You don’t want that right?”

Thinking back, Oikawa did mention he was crashing at Matsukawa’s place before heading back to Argentina.

“If you throw up in here I’m beating your ass, you hear that Shitty Oikawa? Drunkawa? Learn your limits!”

Iwaizumi scolds with a scowl you’re beginning to think is always present on his face, but he hoists Oikawa’s arm around his shoulder for him to lean on anyways.

“Alright, alright. You don’t have to manipulate me in to taking you home.”

Matsukawa sighs, before tapping your thigh apologetically to slide out of the booth.

“Should’ve made him stay with Hanamaki.”

He mutters under his breath, but you’re able to catch it over the music somehow.

“Good seeing you Hanamaki,”

Matsukawa turns to Hanamaki, throwing a peace sign.

“Don’t give me that, we’re in the same town but I hardly see you! Hang out more often, okay?”

Hanamaki huffs, before pulling him to a brief hug.

“I’ll definitely try.”

He glances back to you, and you’re dying to know what he’s thinking while he’s giving you that smirk.

“Come on big guy,”

Matsukawa aids Iwaizumi in dragging Oikawa out of the booth, wrapping an arm around his side.

“It was nice meeting you.”

He turns to face you with an exasperated look, and you wonder in that moment why you two hadn’t exchanged numbers yet.

Now would definitely be the most inopportune time, considering his hands are full with.... well, Oikawa.

You bite your lip, could you just ask him for it and you could just enter it in your contacts?

No, that’s much worse. Not in front of his friends, especially Hanamaki, and it’ll definitely make you sound desperate.

“You too. I had fun tonight. Get that one home safe, okay?”

You force out a laugh, and he nods at your instructions before saying his goodbyes to drag Oikawa back with Iwaizumi.

You collapse back onto the booth, pressing your hands to your burning face.

Augh, you should’ve asked for his number sooner!

When you pull your hands back, you squawk at the sight of Hanamaki with that shit eating look before you.

“Shut up!”

You blush, this time you might actually smack the look off his face.

“I didn’t say anything!”

He snickers, and you give him an angry stare, but it’s definitely coming across as a red faced pout.

“You didn’t have to. It’s all over your face.”

It’s indeed all over his face. He’s doing a poor job of hiding that smirk, he’s got one eyebrow raised, arms crossed, and that patented, all knowing Hanamaki look in his eyes.

“...I’m just sayin’, the sexual tension between you two was astronomical.”

“Aaaaahhhh! Shut up, shut up!”

You jump from your seat, very animatedly waving your arms frantically in an attempt to physically blast his words out of existence. You can’t believe he just said that. Hanamaki laughs heartily, and your blush reaches maximum red.

“If you want, I can give you his number? You kinda looked like you wanted to ask but—“

“Stop talking, please!”

He throws his hands up in defense, and you do your best to scowl under the embarrassment filling your entire being.

“I’m out, see you Monday. Makki.”

You stick your tongue out and he snorts,

“I heard enough of that during my high school career from Oikawa, please don’t make that a thing.”

You wave him off flippantly, making your way for the exit.

“Then I’ll be sure to tell all our coworkers about it.”

You can’t help but smirk when you hear the groan that escapes his lips,

“And get home safe, okay?”

“Yeah yeah, you too.”

He waves, heading to the bar to close his tab.

It’s been a week already, and you’re still thinking about Matsukawa.

You wonder if you should’ve taken up Hanamaki’s offer at the time for Matsukawa’s number. At the time, you’re certain he would’ve handed it over with only a minimal amount of teasing.

Minimal is still a lot for Hanamaki, but you think you could’ve handled it better back then.

And though you only had two drinks the entire night, you definitely could’ve played the ‘oops I guess I was a little tipsy’ card with him.

But now, the only thing keeping you from asking is the sheer embarrassment that’ll come with it.

‘You must really like him if you’re asking for his digits a whole week later!’, your inner thoughts do an excellent job of replicating Hanamaki’s smug voice.

You tie your apron on, shaking your head of the thoughts. You’ve got a long night ahead of you, and you don’t even really feel like working tonight. You only came in as a favor since Iwasaki had to call out. You’d much rather be at home studying.

By that, you mean procrastinating with video games and/or browsing through shows you won’t end up watching. And what a wonderful night in that would’ve been, you let out a melancholic sigh.

Despite your hopes of a slow night, this Saturday is as busy as the last.

“Hey, you got a one top at 22!”

Hanamaki’s voice calls from down the line, and you briefly wonder why he sounds so shit-eating, or if he’s just always sounded like that and you’re only just now noticing.

“Heard! Thanks, Makki.”

You stick your out tongue at him, and he rolls his eyes at the return of his high school nickname.

A one top is exactly what you needed. Normally, you’d be all for taking bigger tables, but since you weren’t even supposed to work tonight, you’re alright with taking it easy.

“Hey, welcome to—“

When you round the corner of the table, you lock eyes with Matsukawa.

“Hey.”

He gives a short wave, and you briefly panic, ditching the whole specials menu monologue that was readied in your brain.

“Hey.”

You’re proud you didn’t stutter, but it’s not much to pat yourself on the back for considering it was only one word, and ‘Hey’, no less.

“Someone told me you’d be happy for me to take up one of your tables for awhile, and I needed to get out of the house and study so....”

He gestures to his school bag and his laptop with a ‘here I am’.

“And who’s this ‘someone’?”

You glance to the section beside yours, catching Hanamaki’s gaze. He has the audacity to wink before turning to take a table’s order.

“Who else?”

Matsukawa smiles, and you find he looks just as attractive in the restaurant’s warm low light as he did in the neon lights of the bar.

“Well, I’m glad he did then. What can I get for you then, Mattsun?”

“I’ll grab a black coffee. And Matsukawa’s fine, please, only drunk bastards call me Mattsun.”

You laugh at the dig towards Oikawa,

“One black coffee then, Matsukawa. I’ll be right back.”

And black coffee seems so him. He’s probably one of those guys that advocates the natural taste of ground coffee beans, you snort to yourself as you warm the cold ceramic of the mug with hot water. You tend to lean towards more towards lattes and flavored specialty drinks, but you’re not complaining about his tastes. In fact, you’re eager to learn something new about him even if it’s just his coffee preference.

Well, he’ll have to deal with the shit no-name brand your restaurant settles for.

“You’re welcome!”

Hanamaki bursts in the kitchen, nearly dropping half the dirty plates precariously balanced on his arms. He’s obviously referring to the fact that he’s the one who tipped Matsukawa off about tonight.

“Use a tray next time! ...and thank you.”

You blush, shuffling out of the kitchen before Hanamaki can tease you.

Despite Matsukawa’s help camping at one of your tables, it’s still a busy night. So you find yourself flitting between tables and conversation with him.

You also find yourself too chicken to ask for his number, despite the perfect opportunity Hanamaki has orchestrated for you.

“Thanks for coming in again, Matsukawa. You didn’t have to do that.”

You smile nervously, watching him pack away his notebook.

“Not a problem, thank you for giving me a place to get some work done.”

He shoulders his bag, and you work up the courage to ask for his number before he goes.

The way he towers over you, looking so handsome with that cool expression makes you think twice though, and you find yourself far too intimidated to make the first move.

“Have a good night, don’t work yourself too hard.”

He waves, and you bite back the question that’s been weighing at your mind the past hour or so.

“You too!”

You spin around as soon as he’s out of sight, hands pressed to your face. How could you let that opportunity pass you by?!

Aughh!!

“Wow, Hanamaki isn’t the only one getting numbers on the napkins now, huh?”

One of your coworkers snickers, plucking said napkin off of a table.

You peer up to see her by... wait. That’s your table. That’s the table Matsukawa was sitting at. Holy shit.

“Holy shit!”

You run over, practically snatching the napkin out of her hand.

“He seemed kind of scary, but in a handsome kind of way. Lucky girl, nice!”

She pats you roughly on the back as a smile overtakes your features.

Matsukawa actually left his number for you.

You manage to rush to the back storage room to squeal out your joy, before you could startle any customers with your excitement.

Carefully, you tuck it into your book so not to lose it.

Thank you Hanamaki...!

You fell into a relationship with Matsukawa with ease, as if it were the most natural thing for you.

Late night texts turned into prolonged phone calls, which turned to hanging out in person, and those hangouts turned into dates. Eventually, you and Matsukawa found yourself in a comfortable relationship.

Matsukawa went from a stranger you met at a bar to your boyfriend of two years and roommate.

You’d finished your degree, and quit the job at the restaurant for a job at as a graphic designer.

Matsukawa ended up dropping school to help run his father’s funeral home business, eventually he’d take over entirely. It wasn’t exactly what he’d intended, considering he was studying sports medicine. In the end, a career is a career, and it’s honest work.

He’d been mildly upset at the prospect of it, but you’d convinced him it was admirable of him to help with the business, and you’d support him regardless.

“You’re too good to me.”

He kisses along your neck, and you giggle at the feather light touches tracing up to your jawline.

“What are you talking about? If anything, I could do more for you.”

You blush, preening at the attention. He shifts your weight onto his lap, and you wrap your arms around him to balance yourself.

“Exactly, you’re being so modest. Too good for a good-for-nothing like me.”

He seals your lips with a warm kiss before you can complain, and you let him get away with it.

“Hush, you’re perfectly perfect. Come on. Let’s grab coffee at the cafe.”

You stroke his cheek gently, before stealing an extra kiss from him. And two more for good measure.

Despite the plan you tried to initiate, you wind up tangled in the sheets. Lips meeting lips and skin, lingering longer with every new kiss.

He whines in complaint when you finally pull back to ready for your outing. You smile at the cute noise, though you can’t get the conversation from earlier out of your head. Pulling out a new set of clothes, you eye him carefully.

Matsukawa’s been awfully self deprecating lately. He’s always had a dry, witty humor, but the self deprecation has been leaning more towards critical than humorous these days.

You think maybe showering him with a more words of affirmation and affection will do him some good, especially some coffee from the his favorite cafe.

You grab his hand, threading his fingers with yours before walking hand in hand to the cafe near by.

“You know I love you right? So much.”

You swing your hand with his, peering up at him with all the feelings of love and care you can muster, and he returns your words with a soft smile.

“I know.”

He strokes the back of your hand with his thumb.

For a moment, you thought he might’ve been improving. But his mood is quick to drop at any given moment, dipping far more often than it rises.

The worry you felt initially don’t even compare to the concerns you have now.

You can tell he tried to brush it off to start, remembering an incident awhile back.

“Hey, Issei.”

You put away the leftovers from an awfully quiet dinner.

“Hmm?”

He doesn’t bother to glance up from his work book, overviewing a client’s paperwork.

“Are you alright?”

You can’t think of a better way to ask, so you settle for the vague question.

“Yeah, I’m great.”

You bite your cheek, at the comment. Nothing was particularly out of the ordinary today, you haven’t had a fight or anything, and as far as you could tell his work has been tiresome but relatively normal. You know for a fact he’s not ‘great’.

“You just seem... off, lately. Is something wrong?”

You press on the matter, you don’t want to keep prolonging it.

“I work with dead people and sad people all the time, sorry I’m not exactly feeling stoked.”

He sighs, closing his work book and you open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out.

“Issei,”

You warn after a beat of silence. You know it bothered him to start, but he’d grown accustomed to the field quickly and adapted well to handling clients experiencing grief. He’d even confided in you once it gave him fulfillment helping people overcome their heartache.

“What, is it depressing to be around me?”

There’s that self deprecation, rearing it’s head back in.

“What?”

You’re shocked he’d even imply it, you’ve never felt that way. You were a little disappointed he hadn’t been as affectionate as he used to, but you never held it against him. You’ve been worried about his mental health these days, but you never felt depressed to be in his company.

“You can say it. I won’t blame you.”

He runs a hand through his dark locks, exhaustion etched across his features.

“We talked about this Issei! I love you, and I support you. I’m not ashamed of what you do for a living, or who you are.”

You cry out, knowing full well what he’s getting at. In the past, he’s commented on such things in passing. That he’s a guy with a scary face, and someone as sweet and cheery as you looks out of place with him. That your boyfriend is a funeral worker, and it must be so awkward for you to deal with.

The comments had always been nonchalant, and you were sure to shut them down, but you can see now it’s always been at the back of his mind.

“I know, I know. I just keep thinking you’d be happier with someone else.”

He mutters, eyes shifting away from your hard stare.

You sigh softly, closing the distance between you two and wrapping your arms around him. For once, you’re taller than him due to his seated position. You press your nose to his hair, and he tucks his face into the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“If I cared about petty things like that, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Issei, I love you.”

You’re sure to repeat it again, and you’ll do it as many times as you need to,

“I love you, I love you.”

You press your lips to his head, holding him tight. You feel his hands trail up your sides to lie tightly around your waist.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

His face stays pressed to your shoulder, and you rub his back comfortingly.

“Don’t, it’s okay. I love you.”

You won’t even hold it against him if he can’t say it back.

And you wished that was a sign for better, but it was a steady decline from there.

You never ended up talking about the incident, and he always brushed off your concerns, quick to change the topic. You held your tongue most days, not wanting to put any pressure on him.

But you just wanted to understand what he was going through. You wanted to help him, support him, like you said you’d always do.

“Can we talk?”

You know it’s a phrase anyone in a relationship dreads hearing, but it’s the most straightforward way to convey how serious you are on the matter.

“...”

He doesn’t give a response, but he takes a seat at the edge of the bed to give you his attention.

“If you aren’t happy, I want you to be honest with me.”

Matsukawa narrows his eyes, a wash of anxiety overtaking him. His hands fidget, shaking as they clutch at his knees. Was this your way of trying to tell him that you were unhappy with your relationship?

“I’m not happy. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

When the words reach your ears, you bite your lip. Hesitating briefly, you stride towards the bed to sit beside him. You rest your palm overtop his shaking hand, nervously running your thumb along the edge of his knuckles.

“Of course I don’t want to hear that. But I’m glad you’re being honest, I just want to know why you’re hurting.”

“I don’t think this relationship is working out.”

That was the last thing you expected to hear. Your whole body freezes and your eyes widen, unsure how to respond. It feels like someone’s dumped a bucket of ice down your back, and your lucky your sitting or your legs would’ve given out then and there.

“It’s not what it used to be.”

“I-Issei, come on. I know you don’t mean that—“

“We should end things.”

“Why?”

You don’t know the cause for all this turmoil. Your relationship had been fine, almost perfect. Hanamaki had made jokes about the two of you getting married even. You always smacked him for teasing you, but each time you hoped that would be the outcome of your relationship with Matsukawa.

You saw the signs of depression appearing day by day in Matsukawa, but you didn’t think confronting it would lead to this. We’re you wrong? Had you misinterpreted everything completely? Was he bored of this? We’re you really just that bad of a girlfriend?

The intrusive thoughts start to snowball out of control, and you look up to him with watery eyes for a sign of a joke. A tell that he doesn’t mean it. But his face is neutral, and the only thing you can see is him contemplating his next words.

“I cheated on you.”

The tears drip down your cheeks without your permission, and you pull your shaking hand from his to wipe them away.

You think about how he’d always be the one to do it for you, but you quickly dismiss the thought before you have more reasons to cry.

“You’re lying.”

He has to be. He’s not that person. He wouldn’t have the time, he wouldn’t have the lack of care, the lack of composure, he loves you—

“I’m not.”

He shuts you down immediately.

“Then how come I don’t believe you?”

“You’re in denial, it’s the truth. I’m sorry. It was when me and Hanamaki went out for drinks last month. He left early, I stuck around. I met someone. I drank too much, I wasn’t happy with our relationship, I couldn’t help it.”

That night he’d stayed the night at Hanamaki’s, he’d told you himself. Hanamaki had made jokes about it on one occasion. Was that a cover up? Is that the real reason Matsukawa has barely touched you in the past month or so? You can’t believe it. You refuse to. Matsukawa wouldn’t do that to you.

His eyes are trained on yours, but there’s no emotion behind them.

“What ever self destructing thing you’re trying to pull, knock it off.”

“I’m being serious, stop looking for excuses!”

He’s raising his voice now, and you’re practically shaking at this point.

“I’m not! I know you, and you wouldn’t do that! You’re always looking for ways to put yourself down. You need to stop trying to destroy everything good for yourself because you don’t think you deserve it!”

You wish you could’ve told him calmly, gently, like he deserved, but you’re so infuriated and confused you can’t control the way the words spill out in anger.

He clicks his tongue, averting his dark eyes from your heavy stare.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe it. Maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought, I fucked up, it happened.”

“But why?”

You can’t believe you’re even entertaining the blatant lie, but the more he affirms it the more you feel your confidence slipping away.

“Because I don’t love you anymore!”

His own words rattle in his brain, stinging and heavy in his chest. He knows he doesn’t deserve to feel that pain when he’s the one intentionally hurting you.

‘I lied, I’m sorry, I love you’

He wants to take it back immediately, but he forces down the words, keeps his face stern. Why is he doing this?

Your eyes well up with more tears, and his hands ache and itch to reach up and brush them away, tell you that you were right. Caress your face and kiss you softly. That he’s just fucked up, that he just wants the best for you.

You deserved better than him, and this was the only way he knew how to make you leave him.

The tears spill down your cheeks, dripping from your chin and onto your knees. You tell him to quit the act already, and he presses his forehead against yours and screws his eyes shut. It takes everything he has to maintain it.

“I’m sorry.”

He stands, and his heart aches more when you try to pull him back in.

“Issei...”

Your voice is rough, almost a whisper and he clenches his jaw and forces himself to look away.

“I’m gonna crash at Hanamaki’s. I’ll get my things in the morning.”

Before you can say anything else, he’s closing the bedroom door and grabbing his keys.

He quickly toes on a pair of slides and shuffles out the door, but not before he hears the broken sobs coming from the bedroom you shared.

He grits his teeth, biting back the tears.

He almost expected you to chase him out and grab him by the hand, hug his back, anything, something.

But why would you? He’s such a piece of shit for even thinking that, not after how he lied, the hurtful things he said.

For Matsukawa, this only proves he was right to think he wasn’t good for you.

He waits til he’s in his car to lean his head back, willing the tears away. He doesn’t deserve to cry, he repeats to himself, but they’re falling regardless.

“So are you gonna tell me why you came to my door step looking like shit, or am I gonna have to keep sitting here awkwardly pitying you?”

Hanamaki cuts straight to the bullshit, but to his credit he lasted a solid five minutes without saying anything.

Hanamaki lets out a long sigh at the continued silence,

“Fine. You can crash here as long as you need to, but at least tell me if you need anything.”

Matsukawa nods his thanks to him, as Hanamaki shuffles the room. Laying back on the couch, he rests his arms across his eyes and attempts to sleep, but it’s all in vain.

When he went back to your apartment, you hadn’t been around. Simultaneously to his relief and disappointment. As much as he wanted to see your face, it was for the best.

For longer than he’d intended, he found himself laying back in the bed you shared. Your scent fills his nose, and the familiar sheets give more comfort than the couch he’d been crashing on before. The comfort doesn’t last long, considering you’re not laying beside him like he’d gotten so used to.

He can almost hear the words of affirmation in your soft voice, affectionately whispered against the shell of his ear. The light kisses pressed to his lips, his cheeks, nose, brows, eyes as you both laugh in each other’s arms.

He desperately wants to call you, or for you to come back home so he can tell you to forget what he said.

He forces himself out of bed with a sigh, slinging the bag he packed over his shoulder.

The crisp air outside fills his nose, and the warm sun beats against his skin, but the pleasant weather only serves to make him miss your scent and warmth instead.

Hanamaki’s ‘As long as you need to’ turned out to be a week so far.

Work had been hell for him. His father scolded him for acting more depressed than the guests coming in, and the comment alone made him feel like shit for treating his breakup like a loss of life.

Matsukawa finds his feet carrying him to the cafe the two of you frequented. A part of him desperately craving the coffee, but most of him wondered if he’d run into you.

A stupid wish really, what could he possibly even say to you? Why would you want to see him?

“Coffee, black please.”

The barista gives him a expression that reads faux apology,

“Sorry, we didn’t get any in today unfortunately. Can we offer you something else?”

He settles for tea instead. He’d normally feel disappointed and whine about it you, the coffee here is his favorite after all. He can’t feel bothered to at the moment.

A notification sounds from his phone, and he checks without thinking.

‘I miss you’

His grip around his tea tightens, it’s from you.

He locks his phone and pockets it before he can do something dumb like respond with an ‘I miss you too’.

Pitching his nearly full tea, he strides out of the cafe. He heads back to Hanamaki’s apartment, knowing full well he’ll be around since he’s not at the restaurant anymore.

For the most part, Matsukawa tried to stay out of his hair, staying longer hours at the funeral home or eating out. Sometimes just walking or driving around to stay out, feeling sorry for himself. He’s grateful for Hanamaki’s kindness, and didn’t want to burden him anymore than he had been.

But right now he really wanted to see his best friend.

“We broke up.”

Matsukawa finally decides to enlighten him, and Hanamaki doesn’t even try to hide the disbelief from his features.

“Ahh. She wouldn’t talk to me much when I messaged her. I thought you might have had a big fight or something, but breaking up?”

He gives Matsukawa an apologetic look, but he can tell that he’s still skeptical.

Is it really so hard to believe that you could have better than him?

“I told her I cheated on her.”

At that, Hanamaki is quick to switch gears. He grabs Matsukawa by the shirt, nails scratching through the fabric into his chest, but he can’t feel bothered to care about the sting.

He returns his best friend’s manic glare with an indifferent stare.

“You what?! Matsukawa, are you fucking kidding me, how could you do that to her? Are you that much of a piece of shit you’d throw away the best thing that ever happened to you?”

The words hit home, and Matsukawa averts his gaze, not sure he can handle the anger bleeding out of his friend.

He berates himself for his cowardice, for not being able to withstand it when he deserved the harsh words that Hanamaki’s right to dole out.

He’s right, you were the best thing that ever happened to him. But how could he be the best thing that ever happened to you? He’s pathetic, he’s depressing to be around, he’s got an intimidating face, he quit school to work at a funeral home for god’s sake.

“I didn’t, I lied.”

Hanamaki’s sour expression contorts to a baffled one,

“Huh?”

“It was the only way she would leave me.”

Hanamaki’s grip loosens from his tee, and Matsukawa presses his hands to his face.

“Why would you do that?”

Matsukawa doesn’t respond, rubbing his palms against his already red rimmed eyes.

“Matsukawa... talk to me, man.”

His hands drop between his knees and he glances back up to catch Hanamaki’s worried expression.

“What if I’m someone I don’t want around?”

Matsukawa voices the thoughts that have been plaguing his mind for months, the words sounding so familiar to his ears despite never having said them out loud.

Hanamaki’s lips draw into a thin line, unsure what to say to his friend.

“If I can’t even stand myself, how could she be around me?”

“Matsu—“

He cuts off Hanamaki, ignoring his terse tone and stern expression,

“What if I’m someone she won’t talk about?”

His breathing starts to become more labored, and it feels like the walls are closing in on him, he can’t meet Hanamaki in the eye. His chest tightens even more, and he didn’t think that were possible.

“It’s what I wanted, I know that, I was a selfish asshole for keeping her stuck with me. I pushed her away because of it, and I get the feeling that she’ll never need me again,”

He’s almost in a full blown panic attack, his palms are shaking and Hanamaki tries to reach out to him, but he flinches away. Hanamaki is at a loss for words and what to do, he’s never seen his friend like this before. He’s been always cool and composed, never one to wear his heart on his sleeve.

“And I don’t know what I’ll do after that. I miss her too—”

“You idiot!”

Hanamaki sighs, flopping onto the couch beside him.

Matsukawa quiets after Hanamaki’s outburst, lightly panting after his rambling, not used to talking so fast and much in a short span of time.

“Just be honest, tell her how you feel.”

A/N:

Don’t hate me for that guys! Look forward to the next part, I promise I’ll make it better 😭

Leave your thoughts, I’d love to hear them! ¯\_(ツ)

[Masterlist] [part 2]

[midnightmoonkiss]

Valentine’s Bliss

Midoriya Izuku X Fem! Reader

Summary: The day of love certainly is meant to be spent together. When plans fall through, though, thanks to the busy life of heroes, maybe a relaxing bath will make up for it.

WARNINGS!: Hanjobs! So, 18+ !

Category: Smut

Word Count: 6k+

Just To Clarify:

Reader is female

This occurs after UA 

A/N: This is late. I know. I’m sorry ahhhnbgng.

Water cascaded down you, enveloping you in it's oh-so refreshing warmth as you took a self-proclaimed much needed shower. Lyrics to a song you weren’t entirely familiar with tumbled past your lips, filling the silence as you rubbed soap down your legs. 

The night was young, yet the sun had far passed the horizon, it’s sister the moon taking it’s radiant place and covering the world in sleepy darkness.You could only assume the dazzling pink, white and red lights put out for this month casted the city of Musutafu in a more romantic glow.

This glorious Valentines Friday was winding down to an end, almost reaching 9:00PM now. Even if you’d much prefer to spend the entirety of it with your boyfriend, you knew he was a busy man these days - well on his way to being a pro-hero. He was quite the ambitious young man, but he worked too hard sometimes - even if he was still a sidekick. They always did the grunt work, or the work the pro’s didn't feel like really doing. 

A longing sigh bubbled in your throat, head tilted up as the pouring water rinsed suds from your lower body. It was a nice feeling, almost drowning in the liquids intoxicating touch.

Originally, you were supposed to have dinner at a restaurant of your choosing a few hours ago to celebrate the worldwide couples holiday, but alas.. You had to be understanding. He was called in last minute for a small bank heist, after all. Time is money?

In all honesty, you felt bad for the poor guy. Who knew climbing the ranks could be so tedious? Certainly him more so than you.You’d always support him, though. Forever his number one fan. Hell, it’d be a lie if you said you hadn’t picked up any merch fellow fans made of him, even helping produce some realistic art thanks to him being the actual model of them. Maybe even some drawings that would stay for your eyes only.

Lost in your thoughts, as all showers tend to make people do, you fail to hear the sound of the front door opening and closing. There was an apparent noise of someone stumbling through the apartment, but you were still none the wiser -  for now you began humming a soft melody instead of openly singing. You forgot the rest of the lyrics, anyway.

Just as you were about finished with your shower, a sudden knock on the door caused you to squeak - senses on high alert and completely ready to grab the knife you kept in the shower with you.

“Princess? Are you taking a shower?” A tired, muffled, yet heart-warmingly familiar voice called through the locked wooden door. Relief flooded through you, body instantly relaxing as you simply stood under the water. Though his voice was obscured by not only the wood, but the noisy shower you’re in, it wasn’t too hard to tell he didn't sound like himself.

He didn’t most days, anyway. Always so tired when he’d come home this late. He did have to leave extremely early in the morning, anyway. Your poor heros sleep schedule was far too wack for the strenuous activities he did for his job.

“Izu, honey? You sound tired.” You stated, rinsing the conditioner you left to sit in out of your (H/L), (H/C) hair.

“I am tired..” Izuku muttered almost inaudibly, a thump on the door making you assume he placed his forehead there or leaned his back against it.

Chewing on your lip in worry, you turned off the shower, squeezing water out of your hair as you stepped out onto a bath mat. Moments later, and much to your boyfriends surprise, you opened the door, wrapped in a pretty (f/c) towel. Unluckily to him, but lucky to you, he was indeed leaning against the door, so you have the pleasure of having him stumble into your arms.

Staring up into his green eyes, it was easy to tell they came back to life again, a spark shining in them at the sight of you.

“(Y-Y/N)-” He stuttered, a pretty pink blush settling on his freckled cheeks. It was so adorable how shy he still is, despite being in a relationship for years and doing some downright dirty things with each other. How cute.

(S/C) hand reaching up, you softly cupped his face, bringing him down for a quick peck on the lips, to which he gladly returned. Though his lips were chapped, no doubt from probably shouting at villains the way he always does - that paired with the cold night air, they were still pleasant to kiss. They held traces of vanilla, perhaps a cupcake he had eaten before?

“You’re very tense..” Your hands, now moving up and down his arms, could feel the tight muscles beneath your fingertips. He needed a break. That much was clear. You both had the weekend off.. perhaps the two of you could do something? For now..

Every-observant (E/C) examined his face, dark bags peaking through his skin under those large eyes. 

“How about we take one of those baths together?” You ponder aloud, a well meaning smile making its way onto your face.

True, you had just come out of the shower, but that doesn’t mean you couldn't take a bath. Especially given how long it took to set one up, your skin would have plenty of time to rejuvenate in that long time span -  as well as giving your boyfriend a moment to have a breather on the bed.

“That.. that would be great.. ” He sighed with a smile of his own as he dropped his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your wet neck.

You giggled, turning to press a sweet kiss to his head whilst his big arms held you closer to his toned body.

“Careful now~ You might make my towel drop!”

“You act as if that’d be a bad thing, love.” He whispered huskily against your skin as you whined in embarrassment, your own teasing tactics failing miserably.

“Didn’t you just shower, though?” He questioned, common sense seemingly just hitting his tired head, “and I took a shower before coming home, too..”

“It was one of those mandatory quick five minute showers, wasn’t it?” You deadpanned,

“Well. Yes..” 

“Those are in no way relaxing. We are going to take a bath together,” You picked his head up off your shoulder, pressing your foreheads together, “and you're going to like it like you always do. You need a break, hun.”

“Alright..” He breathed, eyes lidding as he lazily smiled. There was no fighting with you when your mind was set, that much he knew. Not that he’d want to protest, a bath sounds heavenly to his sore muscles right now.

“I’ll set it up, you go get us some clothes for after and sit down.” Even if your tone was commanding, Izuku knew your words held no bite. They never did. Always so soft and gentle to him.. The best lover he could ask for. With that, he nodded, making his way out of the steamy bathroom to gather clothes and relax for a bit on the bed.

With a determined nod, you tightened the towel around your body to keep it from slipping as you left the door wide open to air out your showers steam.

Right! So, today is Valentines day! Meaning, you’d need an extra special bath. Of course, Izuku didn’t need to know that. 

It’s going to be a surprise!

Knowing him, he’ll probably fall asleep while waiting, relying on you to awaken him from his slumber with a sugary sweet kiss.

Until that time comes, which couldn't be soon enough since kissing that man was more addicting than any drug, you’d need to work extra hard to make this day come to a nice close for your hero. 

Thus began your plan that wasn’t really a plan - you were making things up as you went.

Turning the bathroom heater on low, knowing how hot it’d get in this surprisingly large space, you began wiping down spots of condensation. Living in a semi-large apartment with your boyfriend was a blessing and a curse at times. Curse because.. That’s a lot of space to clean.

A blessing because more space means.. Well, more space!

Digging through the bathroom cabinet, you rummaged through luxury items, pulling out peppermint essential oil and a shea butter moisturizing epsom salt mixture. Ah, luxury.

Peppermint was always a nice thing to relax in after a troubling week, the scent of it really opening your nose up!

Maybe?

You shrugged, setting the two containers down next to the bathtub beside the shower. Originally, having the two seperate seemed like a waste of space, but nowadays - after settling in over the past few months - it seemed completely reasonable. Hell, you and Izuku could be bathing at the same time if you so wish.

Even if you’d rather do it together, sometimes it’s just nice to be alone for a second without really being physically alone.

Plugging up the pristine white bath drain, you sprinkled some of the salt mixture in whilst running hot water, mixing it as it filled up and ignoring the burn.

It was going to sit for a while anyway, having it the perfect temperature right away would be a waste.

 Once it was filled, a few drops of peppermint were added before another mixing spell.

Now it was truly time to set things up.

Rummaging through the cabinet under the sink, you grabbed the container of rose petals bought earlier in the week, as well as two sets of white candles in a red glass.

Yes, yes! 

It was all so exciting, the romantic fantasy bath people would dream of on Valentines day!

It was a good thing you had bought chocolate, too! Though, of course, corporate corruption and high quality always made such treats hard to purchase except for rare occasions.

Giving your man exactly what he needs on the most loving day of the year - who wouldn’t be giddy over it? He deserved it. Not only was he your hero, but he was also your king, just as you were his queen.

The love you held for him burned inside your lungs with every breath you took.

Never before could you have imagined your life anyway else, not since you first laid your eyes on the cute second year student at UA four years ago.

A support class student and a hero class student, what a trope.

You giggled at the memory of how you met as you placed candles all around the tub and bathroom.

You were a first year at the time, having just entered the school with a new batch of newbies and already on the start of something great in your technical classes. You just so happened to be helping aid a second year - Mei Hatsume - with testing out her ‘new’ boots. Really, they weren’t new, they were just improved rocket boots that she had already invented before. It was like that marketing scheme companies used, ‘new and improved.’ 

Either way, helping out would get you extra credit on an upcoming test, and hell if you were going to miss out on such an opportunity - despite not actually needing it as you’d discover the following week

It was a simple task, really, put the boots on and test them out. She wanted the boots to have more thruster power, previously only being able to get a meter or so in the air. 

The moment she turned them on, though, you were like Tony Stark trying out his new suit for the first time.

Screams ripped from your throat as you flew sporadically around the room, zero control of the boots, much to Mei’s dismay.

Left eyebrow twitching in annoyance at that part of the memory, you began delicately placing petals everywhere, including in the bathtub and making a path from the door to it.

You’d meet the famous ‘Deku’ moments later, when he kicked down the door Mei had apparently locked, drawn to the room after hearing your screams echo down an empty hallway.

Embarrassment had flooded through your being, unable to stop screaming as you desperately tried holding down your wild green skirt as you flew through the air like a headless chicken.

Any conversations held between the two on the floor slipped by your ears, all you could hear was yourself and the roar of the mad boots keeping your feel in a death grip.

Then, time stopped as two two warm arms wrapped around your body, green sparks flashing about your vision. It all happened too fast to truly comprehend it, but he had somehow gotten your boots off in a span of two seconds before bouncing down two walls to the floor with your shaking body held against his muscular chest.

Thus bringing forth the term of endearment, “My hero..”

True, he was a hero already, but at the time he was a hero in training, but the words still left a great impact on Izuku at that time. For a student to be referred to as a hero already, that was big! At least, that’s what he told you years later.

You didn’t start dating until just after Izuku’s graduation. He wanted to set in stone his feelings before he’d lose the chance too, and it was a blessing for the both of you when you had said yes. He cried a waterfall.

It was a nice memory to look back on. You hummed in appreciation as you set the last petal down, always finding yourself caught up in memories and such when given quiet time to yourself.

Then again, it was the day of love, it was hard not to be consumed with thoughts of your beloved boyfriend.

Grabbing your phone, you connected it to a speaker, turning on some classical music to truly set a romantic atmosphere.

Walking to the door, you looked back at your hard work.

Mhm!

All that was left was getting a table for the candies.. And.. wine, perhaps? Ah, why the hell not. Up the ante, relax to the fullest!

With pep in your step, you held the slipping towel to your body as you reached for the chocolate you had hidden in the fridge - chocolate was better cold, anyway - and a bottle of vidal-fleury beaumes de venise muscat 2013, a dessert wine that came at an affordable price. Quality is everything! Who said a cheap wine can’t be good? God, maybe.

Hands full, you made your way back to the bathroom, placing the items on the floor to go out and grab a bath-side table you kept in a broom closet. It was pearly white. All you needed now were some wine glasses and a plate to put the chocolates all on.

By the time everything was all set up, the bathroom was glowing, and your body ached with desire to finally step into the waters that cooled down to the perfect temperature.

Now all that was left was to wake a sleeping Izuku.

Tiptoeing into the room over to the man who had his legs over the side of the bed as his upper half laid like a starfish on the bed, you leaned over him, admiring his cute resting face.

So relaxed.

You almost felt bad about having to wake him up.. Though, he’d be more upset if you didn’t.

Sighing through your nose, you pressed gentle kisses all around his face, watching as his eyelids fluttered and nose twitched as he was brought from his nap.

“Mmm.. hello, princess.” With a sleepy smile, he leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“All done?” he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes whilst sitting up.

You hummed, grabbing his hand, as well as the clothes he picked out for the two of you and pulling him to the bathroom.

“Still, in that towel I see.” Izuku observed, no doubt a blush on his cheeks again.

“We’ll I’m about to be in a lot less, dear~” and so the teasing began again.

“Oh boy, is it my birthday?” You both laughed, standing outside the door.

Turning around, wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his large frame down to your height to whisper hotly in his ear, “It may not be, but I do expect to see you in your birthday suit.” 

Shivers went down his spine, finding himself speechless.

“Now, I’m going to go in first, and then when I call you, you can come in. Okay?” Smiling playfully, you booped his nose, opening the door but positioning yourself so he couldn’t see inside.

Messy green curls bounced as his head tilted to the left in confusion, but agreeing nonetheless.

Slipping into the bathroom, you dropped the towel from your body, placing your clothes on a rack along with fresh towels and dimming the light. The room was casted in a warm glow thanks to the candles.

Dipping a toe into the bath, you hummed in contemptment, slowly sinking your body into the soothing water. Grabbing a two scrunchies behind you, you put your hair in a messy bun. All was well and good.

“Izuku~” You sang his name, a smile at your lips as you watched the door slowly open.

He shuffled inside, closing and locking the door behind him before turning around.

It was amusing to see his jaw drop, eyes growing to the size of saucers. Pride swelled in your chest the longer he stood there shell shocked.

“Well?”

Your voice brought him back to reality, realizing this indeed was not a sleepy dream.

“Honey… you did all this?” A breathy laugh accommodated his words.

“All for you, my love.” 

A shy smile spread on his face, “Thank you, (Y/N)..”

“You’re quite welcome, big boy. Now come here~ I miss you.” 

He groaned, hands covering his red face, already so flustered, your words only adding to that.

You knew the effects you had on him! How cruel.

“C-could you look away..?” The request didnt surprise you at all, so you nodded, letting your eyes slip closed as you listened to the shuffle of clothes

It was hard for him to feel insecure around you, years of praise wrapping his insecurities into a ball and throwing it into the trash. No, he was just a bit overwhelmed. He was still that shy boy you met back in UA at heart, something you secretly wish would never go away.

His shyness was apart of him, and you fully embraced and welcomed it - even if you did help him build a lot of confidence for him.

The water swayed around you as what you would assume to be his leg entered the water.

“Do you need help? The tub is a bit slippery-” You warned before being cut off,

“No, no! I’m oka- ah!”

He shrieked, and your eyes flew open just in time to witness your beefy boyfriend slip and fall onto you.

You wheezed from a combination of amusement and the fact his head crashed onto your chest.

“Are you okay?” You felt bad from laughing, but it was easy to tell that he was fine from his own loud laughter joining yours.

“Y-yes.. Haha.. sorry..”

 While pulling at his ear like a mother would to her misbehaving child, you scolded, “See~? I told you it was slippery!”

“You’re right, you’re right, I should have listened to you.” Viridescent eyes stared up into your own, the flames dancing in them.

“It’s alright. I forgive you.” wrapping your arms under his, you pulled him up further on your body so that his head wasn't almost covered in water, that and so his legs had more space despite still having to be bent, “Just this once!”

He chuckled, leaning back against you.

Sitting there for a moment, you both just took in each others presence, as well as letting the water relax you.

“I like these rose petals..” Izuku started, scarred hand coming up to pick one up and look at it, “How much were these?”

His concern was endearing, of course rose petals - especially fresh, real ones - were not cheap. Though, he didn’t need to know that.

You nipped his ear, eliciting a sharp gasp from him at the sensation, “It’s valentine's day, no asking about prices.”

“Bu-”

“Izuku.”

“Yes ma’am.” He turned to stick his tongue out at you, to which you took ahold of the moment and kissed it.

It instantly shot back in his mouth, another blush taking over his cheeks.

“(Y/N)..!” He whined. So cute.

“Yes, dear? Would you like some chocolate?”

“Gah!!” He huffed, but nodded his head ‘yes.’

His childish antics brought a grin to your face, hand lifting from the water and dripping as you wiped your hand on a towel before grabbing a dark chocolate.

Biting into one half of it, you plopped the other into the green haired man's awaiting mouth, watching as he hummed in satisfaction at it’s rich flavor before swallowing.

With the other half of the chocolate still in your mouth, you turned your head to sweetly kiss him.

He quickly realized what he assumed was an innocent kiss would not turn out to be as such the moment he felt your chocolate-chilled tongue drag across his bottom lip.

He opened his mouth without hesitation, gasping through his nose as you pushed what he assumed was the other half of the dark chocolate into his mouth.

Had you not shared food like this many times before, it probably would’ve grossed him out.

Whilst his mouth and mind were distracted by your tongue and bittwer-sweet chocolate, your hands massaged at his arms, hoping to take some more tension away from them.

If you could kiss every inch of his skin at this moment, you would, but you’d much rather continue to draw out small moans of appreciation through locking lips with him as your tongues danced and caressed each other.

His personality was amazing, the main reason you fell in love with him, but damn if his body wasn’t a mega plus.

Hot breaths mingled together, mind starting to fuzz from the heat of the bath and the intensity of the now desperate kiss.

“I missed you so much today..” Izuku panted, momentarily parting from the kiss to take a breather before once again smashing his kiss-slicked lips against your own.

Your hands dragged across his chest, left thumb swiping across a sensitive nipple. His body jolted against you, groaning into the kiss as if begging for more, and you were all too willing to indulge.

To hell with sweetness, the night of Valentine’s day was all about something else, wasn’t it?

Thumb and index finger rolled the wet, perky bud between them, occasionally pulling at the sensitive flesh. He could feel your own nipples hardening against his back with every keen spilling from him, muffled by your lips.

His body tensed when an exploratory right hand dragged its way down his thigh, massaging his hip.

Thanks to the clear water, you had the pleasure of watching from the corner of your eye as his member slowly rose up - he was none the wiser. Completely oblivious, eyes having slipped closed the moment the kiss began.

The muscles in his leg twitches beneath your fingertips as you dragged them up and down his inner thigh.

The stress from the past few weeks built up in his system, and the sudden desire to come undone from you and you alone swirled in his gut.

Patience was something he always prided himself on, but between the stress, your hot mouth bringing mind boggling kisses, and light touches seemingly inching closer and closer to his hardness, his patience was wearing thin much quicker than usual.

Breaking the kiss once again, a small string of saliva momentarily connecting you both, he pleaded, “Princess.. please... touch me..” He grimaced at how desperate he sounded, end indulging in the sweltering heat resting on his cheeks and shoulders

“Mm~?” you began, smirking at his red face, tracing an index finger down his prominent V line, ever so close to where he was begging to be touched. The rubbing on his nipple only offered so much..

“Are you sure?”

His hips twitched in wanting desire,

“Yes.. yes please”

He buried his face into the crook of your neck in embarrassment.

He didn’t usually get so worked up so quickly! Damn this romantic setting!

He gasped against your skin as your hand finally gripped the base of his still hardening cock.

“My my..”

“G-guuuh!”

His legs instinctively threw themselves open wide as your hand began slowly pumping his length, oil infused water offering a different type of slickness, purposely avoiding his tip which no doubt was leaking and defusing into the water.

“Someone is excited.” It was astounding how worked up he already was, but your boy had always been the sensitive to touch type, that, and a helpless romantic. 

The dimmed lights and the burning candles no doubt being one of the causes of this.

Not that you minded. It was always a pleasure hearing your very vocal boyfriend moan like a slut into your ear.

Though you were giving as a lover, it was hard to control that..more sinister side of you when it came to these moments. While all you wanted to do was give him whatever he desired, the noises he would make when begging for more attention than what we was getting always made you more hot and bothered than what you should be.

He had such an effect on you, just as you did him.

Plus, you were always a fan of taking things slow when he wanted to speed things up. Sometimes he’d get his way, but tonight? Only time could tell, but for now you’d take your sweet time.

You knew it drove him into a state of lustful madness, and with the newfound determination sparkling in your (E/C) eyes as you stared down his heaving body, you knew you wouldn't have it any other way.

His mouth fell wide open, hot puffs of breath leaving him as his head threw itself back onto your shoulder with each languid stroke.

You couldnt help but leave wet kisses on his sensitive neck, nipping and licking your way down to his sweet spot.

“(Y-Y/N)..!” He squeaked between his stream of whines the moment you latched on, body momentarily arching back against yours.

The vibrations against his sweaty skin as you moaned against it sent shivers down his spine.

A particular rough nip to the abused flesh, paired with your strokes speeding up for a second, had him choking on a moan, knees shaking.

The sound of water sloshing around your hand and the sweet moans and whimpers leaving your precious boyfriend completely overpowered the soft music playing in the background.

Who cares, anyway? The sounds this man makes is infinitely better.

Especially when you..

“Wah?!” He cried out as your hand left his erect dick completely, instead moving down to fondle his neglected balls.

Kissing your way back up his neck, you could clearly see the tears collecting in his eyes as his hips thrusted wantonly in the water. While he did enjoy a good massage at his tightening balls, he’d prefer the attention elsewhere tonight..

“Y-you’re such a tease!” He sputtered, voice raising an octave as he moved his own hand to try and grab himself.

You clicked your tongue at this, both hands completely leaving his body to grab his arms. “N-no, please” He begged, already knowing what was to come.

How unfair! 

He could fight against it, easily win, but he honestly didn’t want to.

Izuku Midoriya loved this, as much as he acted like he didn’t. He enjoyed having no control, being teased until tears were streaming down his burning cheeks and his cock was aching for release.

Reaching behind you, holding wiggling wrists in one hand above your heads, you grabbed a pair of soft handcuffs you always kept nearby.

“You should know better by now, Deku,” he shuttered, heart skipping a beat as your alluring voice drawled out his hero name, “you don’t get to touch yourself unless I give you permission to do so.”

Snapping each cuff onto his wrists, double checking to make sure they weren’t uncomfortably tight, you attached the middle of the cuffs to a snap hook attached to the wall. How great they were for keeping your lovers arms up, and so easy to move around, too!

It was impossible to not kiss those strong arms as you started jerking him off again, this time even slower but with a tighter grip.

He struggled against the restraints for no reason other than his body wanting to lurch forward with each twist up and down his throbbing shaft.

It was almost too lewd.

The bathroom was all dolled up to be romantic and cute, but yet here he was, wiggling against his girlfriend as the moans and whines he let out bounced off the walls in embarrassing echoes. 

But he didn’t care.

“Fah-faster!” You were going far too slow for his immediate liking, all he wanted was to explode as soon as possible but he knew that wouldnt happen. You loved taking your sweet time.

There was always a debate in his mind of if he should give in, beg you for more just so he could finally be pampered the way he wanted. To be pampered or to be teased? Such a hard question to answer half the time. He wanted both!!

But it was a game to you, it always was.

And it’s embarrassing to admit just how much that turned him on.

Always left questioning as to when you’ll give him what he wanted. Straight away was nice, but being given that pleasure unannounced was even sweeter.

In battle, he could predict his opponents moves half the time using logic, but with you? You were an enigma. 

Deciding to give in, just a little, your thumb pressed harshly down on that throbbing vein on the underside of his flushed cock, all the way up and under his tip to brush against the oozing slit.

He moaned loudly, hips thrusting upon finally getting his touched where he so craved the most - only for it to be stripped away.

Frustration built up in his system as you went back to slowly pumping him

“Now, now~ That’s not how you get what you want, honey.” That sugary sweet voice you always seemed to use when reprimanding him made the boy shiver once more - especially at the implications.

Fuck it.

He wanted more, and he’d do just about anything to get it.

“Please!” He wailed, knees shaking as the first tear fell from his eye and down his cheek, “Please.. Please touch me more!” A sob wracked his body as the dam controlling his almost nonexistent patience broke. “I want it so, so bad princess.. I love you, I love you.!”

You hummed, taking his begging into consideration. To give in, or to not? It was always a hard choice to make, honestly.

But, alas, it was valentines day, wasn’t it?

The day of love.

How could you say no to your baby when he was begging for it? Begging for you?

The tears streaming down his red cheeks hit your neck, and it was then you decided he’d get his way. 

Just for tonight.

With your hand that was previously massaging his left thigh, your gripped his chin, turning it towards you so that you may kiss him deeply.

He eagerly returned it, opening his mouth to take in your tongue once more.

He jolted when your hand finally went faster, head flinging back as a slutty, guttural moan tore from him.

“Ahh! Ha-ah!”

You couldnt help but smile as he got louder and louder with each jerk at his cock.

Always such a loud, sensitive boy - another reason to love him. It always felt good to know you were the reason behind his sultry moans.

His face was always breathtaking in these moments, twisting with pleasure.

His jaw hung wide open, a thin trail of drool escaping from the corner as he did nothing to muffle his spine-tingling moans. Just the way you liked it. 

He was sweaty from a mixture of the hot room and the heat building up inside his body, a coil no doubt beginning to curl below his stomach. Curly green bangs were plastered to his forehead, cheeks somehow getting darker and darker with every movement you provided. 

“Nn.. nngn.! Hah! HaaAAh..” 

He could be a pornstar if he so desired with how vocal he was.

It was hard to ignore the need to rub yourself against something as well, desire swirling in your gut, clit throbbing.

Tonight, though, was all about him. Your sweet hero.

Affection sparkled in your (E/C) eyes as you took a moment to press a sweet kiss to his sweaty forehead.

He whined at the innocence of it.

It was easy to tell he was getting surprisingly close to reaching his climax already thanks to the stress of day to day hero work giving little too no time to seek his own pleasure.

What better way to spend his valentines evening?

His legs began shaking, their original stretched opening position coming to a slow, quivering close as his hips began to thrust into your hand.

“(Y-Y/N) I-I-”

He babbled nearly incoherently, each syllable lost by the moans erupting from him.

Regardless, those closing legs were making it increasingly hard to move fluidly up and down his shaft, especially with how gloriously thick there are.

You lifted your legs, which were to the side of his own, from the water, coming up just to move in and out over his legs to press your own thighs flushed against his to keep them wide open. It was an awkward position, but one that worked well enough to help you accomplish your task.

His toned back fully arched against your chest, hips thrusting violently and causing the high levels over water to almost pour over the tubs edge.

A hiss seeped through a suddenly clenched jaw, leaking tip breaking the surface, meeting the colder air with each thrust.

It gave you the perfect opportunity to use your other hand to rub at the angry red head.

Izuku sounded like a bitch in heat, moans so loud you briefly feared the neighbors just might be able to hear him thanks to the loud, echo-y room.

“B-bout t- to-! ha~!”

The skin around his squeezed shut eyes seemed to crinkle more and more with each passing second, face screwing up the closer he got, arms pulling harshly at his restraints.

He was oh so painfully hard, cock practically burning, stomach so tight and balls feeling so full that he felt as if he was going to quite literally explode.

“Iloveyou! I lov- Gahnn ! MHH! Love you! I love y- ahh! You!!” his mind felt numb, your skilled hands working wonders on his pent up body.

“M-m- Mor-e!!” He barely managed to slur, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as his lungs crashed against his chest.

You obliged with a smile, knowing all too well what that scrunching up face meant.

So close

So close..

So sososos close..

So good

Good goodgood

moremore

-!!

His breath hitched, stealing all the air from his hammering chest, body tensing and hips stilling.

A soul wrecking moan tore through his no doubt raw throat, tears spilling down his cheeks as he finally came. A copious amount of hot, thick cum spurted from the tip of his cock that breached the water, splattering on his face, bruised neck, and even on yourself thanks to the angle.

You stared in wonder down at him as he heaved, desperately trying to catch his stuttering breath as he came down from a major high.

“Such a good boy, Izuku~” You purred into his ear, uncuffing him and lighting massaging his strained arms again.

He huffed, pouting as he cracked his watery eyes open, “You tease me too much..”

“Maybe so..”

Blindly reaching beside you, you grabbed a cloth, dipping it in the bath water and wiping both you and Izuku down as he whispered an apology under his breath.

You swept some of his green locks to the side, combing your fingers through the damp, tangled mess.

“But you like it.”

He rolled his eyes at that, smiling, knowing it was the truth but being too shy to actually openly admit it.

“Oh.. is that wine?” Izuku pointed to the two glasses to your side, dripping with condensation.

“Are you just now noticing them? I thought you were more observant than that, Izu~” You couldnt help but giggle at his embarrassed face.

“I! I was too distracted-!” Came his whiny protest, eyes scrunching up again and lips pressing into a straight line.

“Ah, yes. Too distracted by my hand moving up and down your-”

His wet hand came out of the water to shove your face away as you laughed more. 

You suddenly stopped, much to Izukus surprise, and grabbed his hand, pressing a kiss to the scarred knuckles.

He opened his eyes, taking in the sincere smile on your face and returning it with one of his own.

“I love you, Izuku Midoriya.”

His heart swelled, smile growing larger, “I love you too, (Y/N) (L/N). Happy Valentines day.”

The night ended with two empty wine glasses and two lovers cuddling on a bed.

Happy (Late) Valentines!

[alltheangstmygifttoyou]

Soulmate AU Part 4

A/N: As I said before this is technically coming out before the week is over. My mental state is out of wack and every little noise is pissing me off for some reason. But this is one of the sections I remember really enjoying writing. I hope you enjoy it too.

Summery: Jesse, Malcolm, and Elena decide to threaten Jester to make her stop mentioning their soulmates. Jester is unimpressed. 

Word Count: 1194

TW: slurs, homophobia, child abuse, panic attacks, bullying

Jester had fun with her new point to tease Malcolm with. She had plenty of quips to use about him and her brother. He didn’t appreciate them, and he didn’t seem to be getting along with Jesse at all. That disappointed Jester. A lot of things about Jesse disappointed Jester though, and she just hoped that if she kept pushing Malcolm, then maybe Malcolm would push closer to Jesse. And in one way her plan worked, Malcolm and Jesse did decide to work together again. On the other hand they were working together to threaten Jester to stop bringing it up. Elena was there too, Jester wasn’t surprised, Elena and Malcolm might as well have been connected at the hip. Although Elena was quiet, she didn’t add any input in the boy's demands that Jester quit bringing it up. The redhead just stood slightly back and in a guarded position.

“So Jester, you’re outnumbered in a hallway barely anyone uses, surrounded by three very powerful people who all want one thing, for you to stop bringing up our soulmates. I think you know the best choice.” Malcolm began and Jester rolled her shoulders getting a satisfying pop from the motion.

“Why is Elena here, I can’t even talk about her soulmate, they don’t exist.” Malcolm’s eyes narrowed while Elena rolled her orange eyes. Jester could have stared into them all day, if that wasn’t weird. It wasn’t Jester’s fault they were pretty though!

“Because you keep saying things like that!” Malcolm had a problem, he didn’t have an indoor voice, it gave Jester headaches at times. 

“Whatever, I’m not going to stop talking about you all, it’s within my right to do so. Besides most people show off their soulmates, and everyone gets with their soulmate. To me you two are the problem.” She shrugged and waited for pain. Both of the boys lost their temper easily, and Elena had triggers that would make her blow quickly, she wasn’t sure if soulmates were one yet.

“If that’s the case why don’t you show off yours then!?” Malcolm’s question put a damper on Jester’s mood that she decided not to show. Jesse was quietly shaking with rage, Jester could tell he was getting impatient.

“My soulmate and I can’t talk without putting him in danger, so we don’t,” at least that’s what Jester assumed was the case. Noah hadn’t really given her a lot of details.

“So you’re just sad that you can’t get with your soulmate so you’re trying to force us together is that it?” Jesse asked quietly and Jester’s smile fell a bit. 

“Your soulmate is supposed to bring you happiness, maybe I’m trying to be nice for once,” she explained slowly, trying to keep any bitterness out of her voice and failing.

“But you know I’m not going to get any happiness out of being a fag!” Jesse roared and Jester saw Malcolm tense but he didn’t turn.

“Well you’re not getting any out of being Mother’s little pet either are you? Maybe you could think for yourself for a second and realize there’s nothing wrong with being gay! Or, even accept that maybe you aren’t gay and have a great best friend waiting next to you. I don’t understand why you just eat that woman’s garbage right up!” Jester snapped back, losing her patience. She hated Mother for making Jesse think like this.

“Oh like you’re not Father’s pet! Wait until they hear that you think queers are just fine, you’ll get your ass beat for sure. I’m not stupid enough to fall in that trap, I know what’s right and what’s wrong and you’re not going to change that.” Jesse went on and Jester could feel him pressing the fear into her again.

“Jesse knock it off, isn’t this abuse of your powers? You wouldn’t want me to tell would you?” She threatened, although that’s all it was. If she did tell on him and their parents found out she wasn’t sure what his punishment would be, but she didn’t dare let it be anything like hers. She didn’t want him to get hurt. Jesse didn’t have that mentality though and she felt more fear, faster than last time they had spoken. She struggled to stand, to breath, to be still. 

“There’s two other people here who are just seeing some girl freak out, they know it had nothing to do with me. Isn’t that right? And if she has some broken bones or burns those were just from her own power acting up, which we took care of.” She locked onto Jesse’s smile and started having problems telling if it was really him or Father. It sounded like something Father would say. She slid to the floor and covered her ears trying to get his voice out of her head, her eyes squeezed shut but none of it would be the stabbing fear go away. No matter how many muscles she tensed the shaking wouldn’t stop. Muffled voices were coming from around her but she didn’t understand where from. She struggled to even remember where she was at. All she knew was that she was afraid and the voices weren’t helping, she wanted them to go away so she could be alone and maybe just breath again, or die in peace at least. Instead the voices grew louder and the fear and pain worse, they were the definite cause, she had to make them stop. With what little focus she had she used her power to summon their greatest fears, those should make them go away. 

Instantly all the fear left her and Jester realized the mistake she had made. A copy of Mother stood in front of Jesse, furious and screeching about how disappointing he was. A pale fat man stood in front of Malcolm with a half full beer bottle in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other berating him for being weak. A woman Jester recognized as Elena’s mother from photographs stood in front of Elena with a sword and was swiping at her, yelling that she was a failure that needed to be eliminated. Jester knew that Mother always had a gun in her boot, and her copy would always be the most dangerous forms of the creature summoned, so Jester was sure it’d be there, without much thought Jester took the gun (Mother’s copy didn’t even notice with her anger directed at Jesse) and got close enough to the other two to shoot them in the head, before doing the same with Mother. Every part of them melted into black goo that dissolved once it hit the floor, including the gun. The other three stood there panting, Jester couldn’t help but take some satisfaction in their misery. They got what they deserved for trying to torture her.

“Anyway, if that’s all I’m going to go now, nice chatting with you.” She walked away and ignored that her hand was still shaking, ignored that her ability was just under the surface, waiting for her to use it again. She ignored that there were tears in her eyes, and took refuge in her room. 

[svtmatokis]

Mingyu Office AU P3

Hi guys! It’s been so long since I last posted and I am so sorry for all the imcompleteness of this blog >< I’ve spent the last few weeks finishing up various Office Au!’s so expect new content for a few days. For now, here is the latest of Mingyu’s office AU. 

*Note to the Jihoon Office AU! readers; That story will be revised in due course. I lost sight of the ending and things went in 24 different directions XD

Plot: You’ve transferred to the Korean division of your company as a high ranking associate but no one but those you have previously worked with know how high you ranked since you’re a firm believer of working your way to the top. Focusing on your career, dating never crossed your mind. That is..until you meet Kim Mingyu, the tall dark and handsome associate who too has never dated but is fairly popular with the girls. Will the two of you end up together? Or will work get in the way again?

Words: 3393

Pairing: Y/N x Mingyu

Genre: Romance/Comedy

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“You are a lifesaver Kim Mingyu” you said as the two of you drove on the city streets of Seoul.

“You’ve been stressing about this meeting for the last few weeks. It’s really no problem at all.” he said and gave you a side glance, “Are you...doing anything after?” 

Raising an eyebrow in question you responded, “The meetings supposed to go for the rest of the day and I just have to go back to the office to drop off the signed paperwork since it’s on the way back to my apartment.” 

“How about… You finish your meeting, we’ll get dinner and then I’ll drive you home? You can leave the paperwork in my car and I’ll bring it up with me tomorrow morning.” he suggested completely taking his chances.

You knew about Mingyu’s high tendency of forgetfulness and was wary, “Are you sure..? I can just take them back to the office and lock them up…” You didn’t even want to lose those documents as they were of high importance. They were to be submitted to Jeonghan for Seungcheol.

“It’s okay, we can take a different route and take a shortcut back to your apartment. I promise I’ll remember the documents if that is what you’re so worried about. I swear or I’ll let Jihoon wack me with his bat he keeps in his cubicle.” Mingyu said holding up his pinky finger and you slowly took it as Mingyu would never willingly put himself in front of Jihoon’s harm. 

“If you’re sure…” you said with uncertainty and Mingyu nodded with a grin. 

“I’ll wait at the cafe across the street and send me a text when you’re done.” he said as he dropped you off at the clients location. 

“Are you craving anything in particular?” he asked shocked that you had agreed to dinner so easily.

“No..I’ll let you decide.” you answered mindlessly as you double checked everything in your bag. “Thanks again Mingyu, you don’t know how much this means to me.” you gave him one of those smiles that made his heart weak and he watched as you exited the car and entered the building.

He silently wished you luck and pumped his fist in victory over the fact that you had agreed to have dinner with n him. It was a lot easier to have you agree than he thought but he was happy nonetheless.  

He went into the cafe and ordered a drink.  Choosing to sit by the window, he looked down at your number and grinned. You gave it to him before you left the car and told him to text you so you could text him when you were done your meeting. 

He looked up and he saw the next person exit  the cafe and he thought the person looked slightly familiar. 

He shook the feeling off and went back to his phone while waiting for your text. 

(Meanwhile)

Yanan walked through the lobby of the Korean office and saw the two people he was looking for. 

“Yo, Jun!” He called out as said person turned around shock evident on his face as the duo made their way over. 

Twenty minutes later, the three were at a bbq restaurant having dinner and catching up. 

“So how long are you here for?” Minghao asked curiously. 

Yanan thought for a moment before responding. “Two weeks? The managers have a conference here and then we’re scheduled to do some sightseeing.”

“Are you planning on catching up with Y/N while you’re here?” Jun asked causing Yanan to choke on his meat. 

After gulping down his water, Yanan gathered himself and cleared his throat. 

“Are you okay?” Minghao asked as he and Jun shared a look. 

“Y/N’s here?” He asked with a shocked/concerned look on his face. 

“You didn’t know?” Jun asked and Yanan shook his head. 

“She fell off the radar ever since she rejected the Senior Associate position.” Yanan explained, “She’s here? Working for the Korea Office?” 

Both men nodded their heads. They figured that you didn’t tell anyone on purpose. They knew you were close with the upper management, especially the VP and it would’ve been easy to let your transfer go unnoticed. Now the question was, why?

“It’s been a while now...someone got fired from Jun’s team and Seungcheol sent in an internal transfer request.” Minghao explained and realization dawned on Yanan’s face and he shook his head. 

‘So the two were closer than they let on’  he thought in his head as he turned to look in the direction of Juns shocked voice.

“No way, is that Mingyu and Y/N?” 

The three looked out the window of the restaurant and saw the two of you walking across the street with ice cream cones in your hands.

“You don’t think they’re on a date do you?” Jun asked looking at Minghao and the other shrugged his shoulders.

“Kyulkyung said that Y/N was running late for a meeting and Mingyu offered to drive her after they ran into each other at a cafe.” he said after receiving a text earlier on. “They probably went for dinner afterwards or something.” 

“Should we go say hi?” Jun wondered and Minghao shook his head as he pointed over to the two of you at Mingyu’s car and him opening the door for you with a bow making you giggle.

“We’ll see her tomorrow at the office” he explained and threw a side glance at Yanan who seemed deep in thought and he also wanted to let Mingyu have his time with you. Things seemed to be going well so far.

All the while, Yanan’s eyes were focussed on you and your supposed co-worker and he couldn’t believe his eyes. When he was offered the promotion, he had no idea that you had been offered it first but accepted it anyways since he had his eyes on it for quite some time but when he noticed that you had stopped coming into the office, he started asking questions but the China head refused to tell him anything saying it was none of his business.  

An Associate had told him that he saw you enter the office of the vice president and when you came out, you were packing your desk and no one saw you after that and soon life at the office went back to normal. One day, the daughter of the China head who came to the office to visit occasionally told him that you turned down the Senior Associate position. 

The only question in his mind was, Why? You were working so hard towards the position and to throw it all away was like a slap in the face to him personally. The two of you were a team but also each other’s confidants but as you got busier, things changed and he noticed you stopped confiding in him like you used to.

Quickly making an excuse, he made his way out of the restaurant and back to his hotel leaving Jun and Minghao to watch after him and fork the bill..

Meanwhile, you and Mingyu were currently sitting in his car in front of your apartment. After your meeting, he had taken you out for dinner and dessert before suggesting a walk in the park. Despite how tired you were after the meeting, it all vanished after spending some time with Mingyu.

“Thank you for everything tonight. You really are a lifesaver.” you said again as you turned to look at him as he unbuckled his seatbelt and made his way to your side of the car to open the door.

“No, thank you for having dinner with me tonight. I had a lot of fun.” he grinned as you blushed. You did too. 

Throughout the night, Mingyu was the perfect gentleman. He had taken you to a nice restaurant where despite trying to argue, he had paid the full bill on top of the ice cream he convinced you to get.  It was nice getting to know him and he often made you laugh with the jokes he cracked here and there. You realized later on that you really enjoyed spending time with him and you didn’t want it to end now.

“Do you maybe...want to come in for some coffee?” you asked making Mingyu’s face conform into shock. “Unless you have to be somewhere then we can always-”

“Coffee sounds great” Mingyu said interrupting your ramble and offered his arm as you lead him towards your apartment.

Mingyu wandered around your apartment as you went to the kitchen to make coffee. He looked at the various picture frames which lined the wall and mantle. Some of them included photos of you, Jun, Minghao and Kyulkyung at various work events prior to their transfer. Some were of you and other co workers but a few other photos caught his attention. They were of you and who he recognized as Yanan, a recently promoted senior associate of the China office.

Noting the body language, it looked like the two of you were close and could’ve have been more then friends but a big part of him hoped he was wrong. Throughout the weeks as he was getting to know you, it turned out that the more he learned about you, the more he found you attractive in so many ways and was waiting for the perfect time to ask you out.

Little did he know, you were slowly starting to feel the same way. You enjoyed having his company, he was funny, cute but you noticed that he knew when to be serious  when it came to work and assignments, which was probably why Jihoon had yet to kill him. You didn’t expect him to say yes when you invited him in but now that he was here, you kind of liked it.

He came to the kitchen to see what you were doing and was amazed to see ice cream and hot chocolate out instead of the intended coffee.

“What are you making?” he asked as you put two scoops of vanilla ice cream into each mug and proceeded to poor the hot chocolate on top of it before finishing it with whipped cream.

“Hot chocolate  and icecream. The best of both worlds.” you answered poking a straw in each cup. 

”Sounds delicious” Mingyu said with a lick of his lips before taking one of the mugs from your outstretched hands.

 “Thank you, you really didn’t have to.” he took a sip of his drink, his face turning into instant delight, “The coffee and your company would’ve been more than enough.” 

Mingyus comment sounded so sincere that you wanted to melt on the counter right there and then. He really had a way with words and when you pair that with his naturally charming attitude, you could see why the girls at the office would swoon so often (you not being one of them).

Noticing your silence Mingyu looked down at you and smiled. “Y/N?”

His voice made you look up at him and suddenly you found yourself blushing at getting caught lost in your thoughts. You looked away embarrassed as Mingyu chuckled.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked with a tilt of his head, his grin widening as you pouted slightly. He had never seen you blush like this before and in addition to the pout on your lips,  he found you completely cute and alluring. 

At the office, you were always professional and rarely joked around with the rest unless the occasion called for it and it had only been a handful of times that he had seen you let loose outside of the office with your friends and colleagues but seeing you like this was completely different. You were letting him see a side of you that  maybe only Jun, Minghao and Kyulkyung got to see.

Mingyu put down his cup and used a finger to tilt your chin up to face him while using his other hand to trap you between him and the counter.  The moment your eyes met,  you knew you were in trouble and you found it hard not to get lost in them. 

Your eyes drifted close as Mingyu’s face got closer to yours and just as he was about to touch his lips to yours the ring of your cellphone snapped you out of your trance and you pulled away blushing more then you had before. Did you seriously almost kiss Kim Mingyu?

You gave Mingyu an apologetic look and quickly walked out to the living room to get your phone and noticing it was Jun’s particular tone. 

“Hey Jun” 

“Hey how was the meeting?” he asked casually but there was something that was different about his voice. “Did you seal the deal?” 

“Yep, i’s were dotted and t’s were crossed. I’ll bring it in tomorrow.” you replied wondering if this was the only reason he called.

“Yay, we’re getting paid this week” he cheered on the other end of the line and suddenly his voice took a teasing tone, “I heard that you celebrated early with Mingyu. Is he there now?” he asked and you suddenly found yourself glaring at your phone. How did he know? 

As if reading your mind, Jun added. “Hao and I saw you two while we were having dinner.you have a lot of explaining to do. You have to tell me about your date with Mingyu. Tell me did you guys kiss? Is he still there?” he prodded and you resisted to roll your eyes and looked at Mingyu who shook his head quickly.

“I just got home not too long ago and no he didn’t come in.” you answered as Mingyu made his way out of the kitchen and to the couch and listened to your one sided conversation. “And what do you mean by explaining?”

“Yanan’s in town and he told us that you didn’t tell anyone that you left.” Jun stated with a sigh, “I had a feeling that was the case since NO ONE has touched base on how you’ve been doing since you came over so Hao and I figured you and Luhan were still close and he covered your ass. I mean tracks.”

You were completely unphased by his statement, you knew that Jun and Minghao would figure it out eventually but you didn’t want to say anything just incase the wrong ears heard. You were glad they picked up on it.

“Now the thing is, why are you hiding it the fact that you turned down the S.A position? Everyone knew you were going to get it with or without Luhan’s influence.” Jun continued and you gave Mingyu a side glance and you didn’t want to explain things to Jun while you had company so you faked a yawn.

“I’m really tired from today, I’ll talk to you and Ming tomorrow” you said quickly before hanging up and letting out a breath. So Yanan was in town eh? Well Luhan did say it was between the two of you but given the circumstances…if anyone were to find out it wouldn’t be a big deal either. You were cut from your original contract.

You turned to look at Mingyu who had finished half his drink already and you apologized.

“Jun wanted to confirm that the contract was signed” you explained, “They apparently saw us on our way back from dinner and was wondering why we were celebrating without him.’

Mingyu chuckled, “Typical, he was probably wondering if this contract was going to equal a nice pay cheque” 

“Oooo you good.” you said with a giggle as you sat down next to him and the two of you were soon immersed in conversation about work and common interests that it wasn’t until a reminder popped up on Mingyu’s phone that he saw that it was almost midnight.

Soon the two of you were standing at your door as Mingyu put on his jacket.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” he said with his boyish grin, knowing that he was about to kiss you earlier made him extremely happy and how he just had to step up his game to win you over. He took your hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on top of it causing you to blush.

“M-me too. Thanks for everything Mingyu. I meant it earlier, I really really appreciate it.” you said with a small smile and leaned up to kiss his cheek but Mingyu being the cheeky person he is turned his face so your  lips met in a gentle kiss causing your eyes to widen.

Mingyu knew that he made a bold move but as he felt you relax into the kiss, he held your hand to his chest so you could feel his heartbeat and his other hand cupped your cheek.

The kiss had completely caught you off guard but after a few moments, your hand that was held to his chest slowly clenched his shirt. His lips were soft and he tasted like chocolate and you felt your eyes drifting close. 

After a few moments Mingyu was the first to pull away and rested his forehead against yours leaving you both breathless.  

“I’ll pick you up before work tomorrow okay?” He whispered as you tried to protest. 

“It’s o-“ but he put a finger to your lips to silence you. 

“I want to.” He said as he gave you one last kiss on the cheek before pulling away fully which made you let go of his shirt. “I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N. Have a good night.”

The moment you shut the door your brain had finally processed what had happened and you found yourself blushing hard while grabbing a pillow to squeal into. You had never had butterflies this strong before and it was all because of one Kim Mingyu. You quickly got Kyulkyung on the phone and told her everything.

Meanwhile, Mingyu sat in his car processing what exactly happened. What possessed him to kiss you suddenly? Outside of the fact that you were acting cute all night,  he had wanted to kiss you for a while now and couldn’t resist. But you had kissed back… it had to mean something right?

Looking at the time, he realized that if he wanted to wake up early enough to get you the next day, he would have to set at least three alarms. 

The next day as promised, Mingyu was waiting for you with coffee in his car as he saw you make your way towards him. 

He got out when he saw you smile and couldn’t help but notice the faint blush you had and was happy that he may have been the cause. 

“Good morning Mingyu” you said as you approached him with a smile. 

“Good morning Y/N, did you sleep well?” He asked ‘Did you dream of me?’

Nodding your head he grinned. He took out a folder from behind his back. “So were you forgetting something last night?” 

You looked at the folder and double checked your bag. Your eyes widened to see the absence of the folder and realized that it was currently in Mingyus hands meaning you left it in his car. 

Mingyu smirked, “you must have had a lot of fun last night to forget something so important. But don’t worry, I have your back.” He winked at you as you tried to reach for the folder but he held it out of reach. 

“Mingyu” You whined trying to reach for the folder again. Darn him and his six foot height “Josh is going to have my head if I don’t turn it in!” You pouted. 

Unable to resist due to your cuteness, Mingyu leaned down and gave you a quick peck on the lips before sliding the folder into your bag. The whole thing caught you off guard and when Mingyu opened the door for you to get into the car, you couldn’t stop the butterflies from going crazy and you got in silently as he closed the door. Licking his lips as he walked to the other side of the car. So you already had your morning coffee eh?.

Unbeknownst to you two, someone had seen your whole interaction and was completely shocked.

[thewritewolf]

Nino’s Quest Chapter 6: Out of the Woods

The true struggle of DnD - getting the party together for a session. Not at all helped by magic terrorism attacks.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 (Final)

Enjoy!

Read on Ao3.  My ko-fi.

--- October 15th ---

Lord DM: Hey dudes, we still on for today? Since its been like two hours I’ll guess that was a no then

Adrien Regreste: sorry dude. Got roped into a last minute photoshoot :(

Marinoodles: same Wait no I mean- last minute bakery stuff Sorry to bail like this! D:

Alya’ll Beware: Don’t worry about it girl I was chasing that akuma that was running around It kept giving lb n cn the slip Got some good footage tho

Lord DM: Bummer dudes Guess thats one of the perks of living in paris We can try again next week, k?

--- October 18 ---

Direct Message From Alya

Alya: These akumas have been crazy, babe. Rain check on dates? At least until hawkbutt tires himself out

Nino: :( Can’t you take a break or two? You don’t have to be on the frontlines of EVERY akuma attack

Alya: …

Nino: [crying emojis, broken hearts, butterflies with red X’s over them]

Alya: alright, alright But just two, okay? People count on me for the latest news

Nino: totally, babe Just hope lb+cn won’t need rr+cara Cuz… you know That’d be rough

Alya: [eye rolling emoji] Yeah yeah I feel bad for them tho Their social life must be wack at this point

---October 22nd---

Lord DM: Hey, bro, we still meeting at your place or what? ??? Come on, dude! Not again! :(

Adrien Regreste: Sorry dude [sobbing emoji]

Alya’ll Beware: Akuma, babe. Can’t miss three in one week!

Lord DM: Yeah… guess so. Let’s just not miss the next sess, okay? I dont want this campaign to end

Alya’ll Beware: We’ve only missed two weeks so far. That’s not too bad We got pretty lucky with getting five in a row Esp considering how busy we usually are

Lord DM: Fair enough Next week sound good?

Alya’ll Beware: Should for me

---October 31st---

Lord DM: Im scared to ask but… DnD today?

Adrien Regreste: [thumbs up] I’ll be going on 4 hours of sleep But I can do it!

Marinoodles: Same here Lack of sleep and all

Alya’ll Beware: Yeah We good

Adrien Regreste: !!! Wait its actually happening Awesome! ...I should probably clean my room.

Marinoodles: XD Probably! :P

Adrien Regreste: :3

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An hour later and Nino had made the trip over to Adrien’s house, Alya and Marinette in tow. Their chatting had been less energetic than usual, no doubt because there wasn’t a single person among them who didn’t feel exhausted. A fact that wasn’t at all helped by the late hours that they were arriving at. It may have only been nineteen hundred hours, but when you’d only had a few hours of sleep each night for the past week, it made all the difference in the world.

Despite all that, they were determined. The very thought that they were willing to go through all this just to go further in his campaign was thrilling for Nino, and he didn’t want to let them down.

A wicked grin, looking out of place on him, stretched across his face. With the events he had planned for tonight’s session, he was sure they’d be awake in no time.

They entered Adrien’s room and saw the bounty of sugary treats and caffeine that their host had prepared. After some brief chit-chat, Nino got set up quickly and rolled right into the session. The longer he delayed the more likely it was that his players would fall asleep.

“The forest at last thins as you crest the top of a hill. From your vantage point, you can see the capital city on the horizon.” There were sighs of relief around the room.

“Finally! My character could definitely go for a proper bed after a week of roughing it,” Marinette said after taking a drink of pop.

“You’ll have to hurry, then. The sun is going to start sinking below the horizon. Unless you want to be stuck outside the city until morning, you’d better get moving.”

“My bard starts one last travel song as we rush over.” Adrien opened his phone, no doubt to a lyrics site and cleared his throat.

Alya quickly covered his mouth. “I do not have the time or patience to listen to another of your renditions of Take Me Home, Country Roads, Sunshine. Let’s just get to the city, alright?” Adrien’s eyes darted to Nino in a silent plea, but he simply shrugged.

“Sorry, dude. Babe has a point.”

Pouting, he closed his phone. Beside him, Marinette giggled and patted his back consolingly.

“You reach the city gates without any issue - no bandit or monster is stupid enough to get within stones throw of the capital, not with all the guards on patrol. They were a little suspicious to see you guys so late at night, but… two noble sigils, a bardic license, and my holy symbol put those dudes right at ease. There are still a few rooms open at the inn - how are you guys going to divvy up?”

A trio of blank stares looked back at him. He sighed.

“Each room costs money to rent. You don’t have a lot, so while you could get a private room for each of you, it’s probably better to room with someone else. So who is spending the night with who?”

“Dibs on the cleric!” Alya cried. She tapped her chin theatrically, “I guess that leaves you two together, right?”

“I- I guess so?” Adrien blinked, surprised at Alya’s sudden outburst. Marinette paled a little but nodded.

“Since you guys arrived so late, most of the rooms were already filled up and you had to make do with what you can get. When you finally find your rooms, they are across the inn from each other… and there is only one bed in each room.”

A slight blush, but neither Adrien nor Marinette were freaked out. Alya slumped in defeat - there wasn’t any roleplaying involved in sleeping after all. Unless they decided to do some method acting and have a sleepover.

“The four of us drift off to sleep, which was a totally great change of pace from the creepy woods that you’ve been sleeping in for a week now.” Nino punctuated his words with a yawn that proved contagious. “It was way late at night when suddenly… M, Adrien. Roll for perception.”

Adrien, naturally, rolled a one. Just when Nino was scared he’d accidentally killed them off, Marinette pulled through with a high roll. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“With your keen elven hearing, the creaking of the wooden floor boards was enough to jolt you from sleep. There is a glint of metal above you, and you feel a presence in the darkness. You have just a few seconds to react - what do you do?”

“I roll over!” Marinette blurts out, her eyes wide.

Nino nods. “Right, that puts you right on top of Adrien, who is now totally awake too. It was a good move, though - a knife plunges into the mattress, right where your neck had just been.”

All business now, Marinette asks, “What can I see?”

“Not much. Loose cloaks with hoods pulled up. Knives. Two people. The other person has stumbled back, probs spooked by your sudden movement.”

She taps her chin before her eyes widen again. “Wait, what about the others?! We have to go get them! Or at least get their help.” She shuffles through her character sheet. “Okay, um… I whisper to Adrien in Elvish ‘close your eyes’ and then I toss a flash flare thing at the guy.”

Nino rolls some saves - without the warnings, neither of them stood a chance. He looks up to see Marinette watching him with hopeful eyes. “You got ‘em, M. Now what?”

“I roll off the bed and try to take the guy’s knife.”

“You’ve got it and your turn ends there. The dudes are blinded, but it won’t be long before they’ve recovered. Adrien?”

“Can I cast a spell?”

“Not without your lyre, bro.”

“Fine, fine. I grab it off the bedside table.”

“And why do you think it’d be there?”

“...I’m a bard. Gotta be ready to play, first thing in the morning.” Adrien smirked.

Chuckling, Nino replied. “Alright, fair. What do you cast?”

Adrien stuck out a tongue as he thumbed through his spell list. His eyes lit up as he looked at Nino. “I cast summon monster one, and I summon the Good Boy.”

“Right,” Nino said as the others giggled. “So you’ve got your celestial dog next to you. I figure you want it to attack one of the dudes?”

To his surprise, Adrien shook his head. “No, I command him to go wake up the other two. Probably to go sit by their door and bark in a commanding angelic voice.”

The fight didn’t last long from there - the two of them probably would have been enough to deal with the assassins after they lost the element of surprise. But four against two made it a landslide victory.

“Even though you try your hardest, you weren’t able to catch either alive. One got stabbed and bled out and the other, well… hopefully the innkeeper will understand that it wasn’t your fault that the window got broken.”

“Do they have anything on them?” Alya crossed her arms. “I get the feeling someone is after us.”

“You’re immediately proven right when you find a note in the dead guy’s pocket that reads, ‘Information about the Necromancer cannot reach the king. Dispose of the adventurers before they get their audience.’”

The party exchanged looks.

“Spooky,” Adrien said flatly. The others nodded in agreement.

“Do I recognize the handwriting or anything?” Marinette leaned forward, the gears in her head turning. “Remember, I am a court brat.”

“Nope. Looks like it was written deliberately poorly. You don’t know if you’d recognize it normally.”

“Time for the king?” Adrien perked up.

“Yup, it’s time for-” Nino was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door.

Adrien gulped. “Um… hello?”

Nathalie stepped into the room and narrowed her eyes at the dice and character sheets. Belatedly Nino remembered that Adrien usually claimed they were working on a project or homework during these sessions. “It is late. Your friends need to leave.”

Without a choice in the matter, they packed up and had the door shut behind them.

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Nino’s fears were confirmed later that night during a discord chat.

Adrien Regreste: Sorry guys. Looks like we won’t be able to play at my house again Not for a while at least. :(

Lord DM: Don’t worry about it bro Had to happen eventually

Marinoodles: I’m so sorry! :( I hope you didn’t get in trouble because of us

Adrien Regreste: Nothing more than usual They aren’t threatening to keep me locked up at home So, you know Better than usual

Alya’ll Beware: That’s something at least R they going to let u hang out again?

Adrien Regreste: *shrugs* Probably. Anyway… Sorry to be a bummer. Night, everybody!

Marinoodles: Sweet dreams!

Alya’ll Beware: Night, kiddos.

Lord DM: Don’t let the assassins bite! ;) [Three thumbs down, one angry emoji]

[fairycosmos]

hey chloe i love ur blog. i started uni last week and it’s been ok but i’m rly scared i’m never going to make friends:(( i tried to talk to people during freshers week but none of those interactions ever went anywhere and now i’m sat in my room in halls completely alone. i feel like i never learned how to make friends and now i’m terrified i’ll always be alone. i can kind of do small talk but after that i’m awkward and can’t open up/be myself and i just get progressively more shy. any advice?

hi love thank you so much!! i appreciate that a LOT n im so sorry to hear you're going through such a rough time right now. i can definitely relate as i think many many people can, even if they seem confident to you. i massively struggle with making friends too, so idk if you've asked the right person sfhkjdhljf :( but generally speaking i guess, during times of such significant change it's very normal to go through a period of adjustment where you only have yourself to rely on and everything's out of wack. it's not an indicator that you'll always be alone and it's not something to be embarrassed about. this is a completely new environment and experience, you're bound to be overwhelmed. it's ok to feel down and to process negative emotions, as long as you can at least try to recognize them for what they are - temporary responses to temporary situations. simply feelings that you can learn to manage in a healthy way if you take the time to prioritize yourself and your needs. and it sux that it hurts and that you have to put up with it, but i promise that things will improve once you get settled n start working on the relationship you have with yourself. of course it's a lot easier said than done, and i genuinely don't blame you at all for being disheartened. every time i talk to someone in real life and i can't maintain the friendship, or i feel uncomfortable and i say the wrong thing, it throws me off and makes me burn with embarrassment. but it's all a learning process, and there's no rule book or deadline. it's very common for young adults to be between friends and to have moments of solitude. it's not like everyone consistently has a great group of friends. and honestly it's a blessing and a curse because obviously it's extremely lonely, and you're allowed to acknowledge that pain, but the freedom can teach you how to be your own best friend. you said you find it hard to be who you are (me 2!!) but....... maybe you'd feel better about showing your personality to others if you appreciated it yourself, in quiet moments. actively working on your self esteem and making the conscious choice to recognizie what you have to offer every single day, even if you feel stupid doing so, could make a difference. it's easy to attract like minded people if you're genuine, you know? the fact that you're making the effort to engage in small talk is wonderful, and like any other ability, social skills take time to develop bro. it's ok to not be great at talking to people when you're young, alright? so anyway point is, i would recommend setting a few small weekly goals for yourself - talk to that girl in class and breathe through the awkwardness, try that new bar or cafe, offer someone your pen. baby steps are great, every effort counts. maybe you could build up to joining a group or a club around your uni? i know that probably seems like a daunting and far fetched idea, and there's no pressure of course, it's just a lot easier to start a conversation when you have some common ground with someone. just something to consider while you get your bearings. ultimately, the world deserves to know you and you deserve companionship, they will never change. i want to stress that the situation you're in right now is not proof that you're destined to be alone or that you've done something wrong - you're just a small fish in a big pond, and so is everyone else, and just because uni isn't everything you expected doesn't mean it won't be worthwhile in its own way. you're doing so much better than you realize and im seriously infinitely proud of you for trying bc that's what it always comes back to. just have to keep dipping your toe in the water, keep it embracing the awkwardness, keep pushing and give yourself breaks when needed. also as a sidenote if this is having a big impact on your mental health/emotional well-being then i just wanted to say that there's honestly no shame in looking into any counselling services or hotlines or support groups that might be on offer. it may feel like you're isolated but there are always people who care and who have the tools to help you navigate. having someone to talk to and learning the root causes of your insecurities, and knowing how to self soothe......all of that will make a difference. don't allow your mind to write the idea off completely. vulnerability isn't something to run from, it often enables positive progress. no matter what your brain is telling you, you'll get through this one day at a time. and if a plan falls through, or you mess up in conversation, then there's always the next day. that's the beauty of uni and being young i suppose. anyway sorry this got so long, i just viscerally understand the absolute shame and discomfort of feeling not right around others. and i really hope you find the patience and self compassion to keep putting one foot in front of the other. even if it seems impossible at times. im rooting for you and honestly ik it's not the same but feel free to message me anytime. sending love and warmth 💘💘

[ribbonbonny]

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[killjoy-loveit]

Breaking the Pattern

A/N: I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality. Tbh I personally think this piece is soft af, but that’s just me *shrugs*

Excerpt: Pursing your lips and flicking your eyes up, you’re ready to explain when the words catch in your throat. The guy standing in front of you is probably the most attractive person you’d ever laid eyes on.

Word Count: 1,608

Genre: Fluff (?)

    Life had always seemed rather trivial to Joshua. Personality wasn’t as valued as productiveness, so he learned how to box his playful/bubbly nature up and set it to the side. In doing so, he felt stifled, as anyone would. Boredom came the easiest when at work, sitting behind a computer all day- fixing problem after problem as they popped up. There were times he lost himself in daydreams filled with excitement and freedom, but each time it would end and his bubble of happiness was lost.

    It’s on a day like any other, solving problems behind the scenes for the company, when he decides he’s had enough. How long is he supposed to constrain himself to fit in? To become the perfect worker? Fingers flying over the keyboard, a resignation is quickly typed without an ounce of hesitation. Jumping up he rushes to the printer, snatching the paper the second it pops out and quickly jotting down his signature.

    Once he’s out of his office he makes his way to the elevator, pressing the button to go up. Joshua’s foot taps restlessly, the elevator feels like it’s going slower than usual. Finally it arrives and he squeezes in, punching the number of the floor his boss is on. Around him people chatter about meetings needing to be set, mergers that are happening soon, and the accounting period that’s about to end. Thankfully the elevator appears to be moving faster and it isn’t long before he exits, leaving the corporate chatter behind.

    A quick knock on the door grants him a barked, “Come in.”

    Entering the office Joshua comes to stand in front of his boss’ desk. She looks up at him, a small smile appearing briefly before speaking. “Joshua, one of my star employees. How can I help you?”

    “I’m putting in my two weeks notice. Here’s my resignation letter.�� He replies, handing the paper over to her.

    Her mouth drops open, confusion apparent on her face as she takes his resignation letter. “Why are you resigning? Do we not pay you enough? Did another company poach you?”

    Joshua shakes his head, “No, that’s not it. It has nothing to do with another company nor my pay here.”

    “Is there any way we can make you stay? You’re such a valued employee, it would be a shame to lose you.”

    “Sorry, this is just something I have to do for myself.” He says affirmatively, shifting from one foot to the other.

    “Well… Alright. There are some papers I need you to fill out then, just let me find them.”

    And just like that, an end was put to his corporate career. That is, after his final two weeks pass, and then he’s free. Those two weeks seem to dredge on, time moving at the speed of molasses. Then finally his last day comes and as he leaves at the end of the day, there’s a smile present that is a prime example of pure elation.

    In the past two weeks Joshua had been planning on what to do once he left his corporate job. A few ideas were scratched out almost immediately after writing them down, as the logistics just didn’t seem to work out quite right. It was the thirteenth item on the list that struck gold: moving to the small coastal town a few hours away and either find work or open his own business. What the business would be he’d yet to figure out- but he was certain something would come to him. Thus the next day, after his last of corporate work, all of his stuff was quickly packed away into a moving truck and he was off.

                              ***Time Jump & POV Switch***

    Distraught as you were with the cash register deciding now was a good time to stop functioning, the tinkling sound meant to alert you of an incoming customer completely missed you. A groan of frustration slipped past your lips as you, unsuccessfully, tried to get the cash drawer to pop open. Come on, come on, come on! Even with these desperate words on replay in your mind, the drawer refused to cooperate. At this point you were about to give up and call the guy who owned the repair shop down the street. Admitting defeat and getting help would definitely make more sense than increasing your anger at the register.

    “Stupid. Freaking. Junk!” Each word came out harsh and was accentuated by a small wack to the offending object.

    “I don’t think hitting it is going to help anything.” Someone chuckles across from you.

    Pursing your lips and flicking your eyes up, you’re ready to explain when the words catch in your throat. The guy standing in front of you is probably the most attractive person you’d ever laid eyes on. Well, not probably, he most definitely is. His dark chocolate colored hair falls gently over his forehead, only a few wisps stray in an attempt to cover his eyes. Eyes that are looking at you in amusement, joined by a teasing grin.

    “Um… It won’t open, it’s been finicky since yesterday and nothing I do seems to make it open right now. I guess I’m getting a bit too frustrated.” You comment shyly, hand rubbing at the back of your neck.

    His head tilts slightly. “Would you mind if I took a look at it? I promise I’m not trying to rob you or anything- I worked at a store during college that used this kind of register. It always liked to act up too.”

    Brows furrowing and eyes narrowing, you gave him a cursory glance. In a soft gray sweater and dark jeans, he didn’t exactly look like a robber. Then again, was a robber just going to come in wearing the cartoon stereotype of a black and white striped shirt with a black bandana and matching hat?

    At your lack of response plus your scrutinizing gaze, the guy put his hands in front of him. “I swear! I just moved here, in that little blue house two streets over by the bakery.”

    Your eyebrows shot up as your mouth dropped open. “You’re the guy who moved into the old Rowe house yesterday? I live right across from you, the house with gray siding and a bunny statue by the driveway.”

    “It’s nice to meet a neighbor already, what a small world.”

    “Well, I mean, it is a pretty small town. You kinda know everyone that lives here, even if you don’t know them personally. I’m sure you’ll find out soon.” You pause, a thought popping up. “I’m so sorry, I totally forgot to introduce myself!”

    He laughs lightly at your sudden outburst. “It’s fine, I take it the name on the tag is yours?” You nod in affirmation. “Nice to meet you, I’m Joshua.”

    “Nice to meet you Joshua!” You take a step back, waving your hand at the register welcomingly. “If you really want to try your hand at fixing this, then go right ahead. Either way you can’t mess it up anymore.”

    Joshua strode around the counter before coming to stand beside you in front of the register. His mouth twisted a bit in concentration as his hands swept over the worn metal of it. Quickly he tapped the side of it three times while holding down two buttons. Surprisingly the cash drawer popped open, and he turned around to face you with a triumphant grin.

    “How did you do that?” You asked excitedly, rushing forward to double check that it was truly open.

    “It’s what always worked to get the one open when it was being finicky where I used to work.”

    “Oh my gods, please teach me that trick!” You turn, clutching his arm and staring at him with wide eyes.

    “Sure.”

    After this encounter, the two of you began the process of forming a quick friendship. It was common for the two of you to meet up for lunch on your breaks, filling the time by sharing stories from your past. Never a dull moment existed when the two of you got together. Every interaction was filled with jokes, teasing, and playful banter. This isn’t to say that neither of you broached serious topics, just that the serious conversations tended to occur when one of you had a few too many glasses of wine.

    It was over these glasses of wine shared in the evenings at one of your respective homes, that you learned of the deeper parts of each other. You confided in him, telling him of your fears of turning into your parents and never exploring anywhere outside the small beach town. He told you why he moved in the first place, how he was afraid of losing himself in the triviality of his corporate job. Though you had a hard time believing that anything could change his vibrant personality, it was obvious to see that was something he was truly afraid of. It shone in his eyes when he spoke of it, the air filled with unspoken emotions.

    This break in the pattern, this drastic change is exactly what was needed. Not only was Joshua able to freely be himself, without having to tame his personality, he’d also made great friends in the process. He could imagine a life in that small beach town, where everyone knew each other with not an unkind soul in sight. Everyday was different, filled with new obstacles and hurdles to find a solution to, but each night ended the same. Each night ended with the two of you sitting on your porch, facing the ocean, gazing up at the stars.